A week later
Salvatore
Time flies over us but leaves its shadows behind.
It's been a week of torture. Not to everyone though. Just me because everyone else in the house seems to be enjoying themselves. After that night, Aunt Ann managed to stay out of my face. She minds her business and I do mine too.
And my brothers? Sympathetic as hell.
They haven't said anything about how I behaved nor did they let it affect our affairs. We still did our parts only that they made sure to see the party arrangements themselves. I didn't lift a finger, even my suit was chosen and delivered by them. One thing we all do for ourselves is to give the grieving heart enough time before discussing whatever the bone of contention is.
So, right now all I have to do is get dressed and get downstairs because
