“What will happen now?”
Jesse opened his eyes and groaned. His neck felt as though Mercury had been sitting on it. Sun blasted through the windows, stinging his eyes so he had to squint to see Addie standing before him, extending a cup of coffee. He accepted it gratefully, taking a sip of the scalding liquid as he blinked several times trying to clear away the scratchy, dry sensation. He felt like he’d been pushed, face-first, into a pile of red ants.
As he woke up, he thought about how to answer her question. There were practical concerns. The doctor needed to come up. There would need to be arrangements made with the pastor and the undertaker. Thank the Lord it wasn’t the height of summer, but Clevis McCoy’s mortal remains wouldn’t stay fresh forever, and so they needed to get to work
