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LUELLA SAT, STARING blankly at the church grounds across from the funeral home. She sensed the crunch of dried pine needles underfoot before actually hearing the shuffle of polyester against polyester.
She knew who was coming without turning her head, and she surrendered herself to the walloping she so rightly deserved.
“Boop!” the girl said, gently bouncing her orange butterfly against Luella’s head. “Oops, I got sparkles in your hair.”
Luella ran her fingers vigorously across her head. “Oh Chandelle, I’ve been so unfair to you! I don’t know how you can ever forgive me. I certainly don’t expect you to.”
Chandelle stuck out her bottom lip and furrowed her brow. “Forgive you for what?”
“For treating you the way I did.”
“You mean leaving the reception early? Don’t worry. It
