Chapter 45: The Darkest Day
August 24 , 2014
The Brown Martini: 4 Parts Gin, 2 Parts Light Rum, 1 Part Dry Vermouth, I Slice of Kumquat.
On the day Tuck was buried, the weather wasn’t dismal or melancholic. On the contrary, a beaming sun smiled in the heavens and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. The temperature was warm and the day offered a light wind. I didn’t want to think that it was the most beautiful day to have the darkest day, but it was. Honestly.
I couldn’t eat, and wouldn’t. Nothing appealed to me. Not a banana or the waffles that Aunt Kimberly insisted on making. Not the freshly squeezed orange juice or donuts from the local bakery. Not an apple or oatmeal bar from a cardboard box. Nothing. Instead, I wanted to run, but I really wasn’t sure why. And I told Aunt Kimberly tha
