With reassurance from the Saxon spirit, Phoebe spoke up. "You win; we will leave."
"We what?" Maureen nearly screamed, shocked at the sudden turn of events.
"We are leaving." Phoebe repeated her words, sterner than before. She touched her grandmother's shoulder, and the older woman got the message.
She figured there was a good reason why Phoebe was saying this. Moreover, Obed had returned, and he was not putting up much of an argument. "Well, we troublemakers will not be attending this funeral I guess." She looked at Morgan with eyes that held some sorrow. "I may not like you Morgan, but I am sorry for your loss. Obed was one of the good ones....he was annoying but good at heart."
Obed lifted his eyes to old lady Mayfair, shocked by her words. A part of him was touched and he actually wanted to cry.
The group left as quickly as they had come--quicker even as Phoebe did not want them to be stopped on the way. From the Montgomery house, they all went straight to Alfa security.
