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Four years passed before I set foot in Kentucky again and when I did return, it was for yet another funeral…Ray’s. My uncle had collapsed at a work site and was dead from a brain aneurysm before he even made it to the hospital. I was working as an analyst for an insurance company and living in New York when my mother called with the news. She told me she’d pass along the funeral information once she and Margo got the arrangements together. When she asked if I was planning to attend the service, I hesitated. I hadn’t seen or spoken with Ray since the incident with Case. But I knew my mother would be depending on me for moral support, so I told her I’d be there. Before my mother hung up, I asked her if Ray was still with Case.
“Who?” she asked.
“Casey Larson, the guy Ray was seein
