The Funeral
Alfred's POV Anna's funeral was just a day away and the thought of seeing my Mother again made me nervous. I could think of a hundred reasons why I needed to clean up. Mother would most likely die if she'd seen just how long my hair had grown in the past few months. I wanted them to see me as the family man they needed me to be. Staring down at the custom made suit my mother had sent to me, I knew just what to expect from her on that day, I searched the pockets of the suit, certain I would find a written down speech tucked in somewhere, and just as I suspected there was a note, containing my speech, the words she wanted me speak before everyone. I dumped the suit on the nearest chair and sat down to read out what she'd written down, “I wonder what you have in store for me, ”I said ner
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