Richard arrived at Alden's gravesite with his guitar slung on his back, a blanket tucked in one arm, and his lunch that Rio made for him on the other hand.
The tree that stood on Alden's gravesite proved to be a great provider of shade on all hours of the day. Richard was planning on staying the whole afternoon, looking around he was happy to see that he was alone in their area.
"Hey Rich!" He greeted as he got himself comfortable on the grassy cemetery grounds. He laid the blanket down and placed his guitar on it. He fished out his notebook and a thick black book from the bag his mother placed his food in.
"Mom made us lunch," he said as he sat down on the blanket after he arranged everything to his liking. "She made her special pasta dish. So yes, there's the garlic bread tha
