CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The traffic was manageable on the M5 motorway which was a welcomed break from the norm. Mav traveled in the left lane south. He wore his discount black sunglasses to fight the glare from the overhead sun. He exited the motorway and veered onto a street headed towards the West Park Cemetery.
He glanced to his left. There were three bouquets of flowers resting beside him on the front passenger seat. He was roughly fifteen metres away from the cemetery. He sat in the turning lane for a solid minute waiting for a procession to exit. Once they had, he drove onto the property.
Mav was surprised to see another procession as he searched for somewhere to park. Busy day at the cemetery. He found an appropriate place away from the procession, but with no shade whatsoever. When he
