"It's really talking about them." - I was sitting outside a cafe, reading both Martha's and Cel's books. This is where I was supposed to meet with Martha. 

Someone was approaching me.

"Hello." - It was Cel.

"Hi."

"Well, did you come back from the dead or something?"

"Haha. Let's say that I'm not dead but my car is."

"What do you mean?"

"That my car isn't in the garage."

"What? So someone stole your car and had an accident?"

"Probably. Nobody from the police has got in touch with me, yet. I guess they will in a couple of hours. In the meantime, I'm going to meet with Martha, want to stay with us?"  

"No, sorry but I can't. I have to do some things at home. Maybe next time."

"Fine. See you then."

Riing. Riing.

Martha was calling.

"Vera, I was passing by your house and a police officer was ringing your doorbell. I parked right in front of it. I think you should get here."

Why didn't they call me?

"Ok. I'll be there as soon as possible."