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CLEARING THE AIR…SOMEWHAT
At the appointed hour on the appointed day, the grave had been dug, and Irving’s body, still in the plastic body bag, was placed in it. Those friends and family that had gathered huddled under umbrellas, trying to stay dry in the heavy mist that plagues the Pacific Northwest. The mist and the umbrellas seemed to be required for the mood of the event.
“You were a good man,” Jessica said, speaking only loud enough that those close to her could hear. “You were a better man than I probably deserved.” She sniffed back tears for a few seconds. “I will never forget you.” She turned away from the grave with Dar patting her shoulder in consolation.
“You were a good friend,” Suzanne said when Jessica had finished. “We all valued your friendship and your loyalty.”
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