Chapter 3
May was finished, and June, July, and August over as well. It was Labor Day, 1965. Frank was walking home from visiting Melissa’s grave, something he did quite often. He had run into her mother once, when he’d stayed a bit too long. She had told him her daughter spoke of him often. Mrs. Baxter must have known Frank by the scars, he figured. Surely Melissa had mentioned those.
“We were friends,” Frank had told her, and they had shared a moment of quiet grief.
He had personally delivered Renny’s ashes to the Watson home, something he never did. When he’d carefully handed Renny’s mother the cardboard box, she had thanked him curtly. Though Frank had waited for more, standing there in heavy, uncomfortable dress clothes and silence, that had been it. It was as if they were stranger
