Bob
I stood before my mirror and stared back at my reflection, five years and two weeks; that is how long it had been since I stared at myself in a full length mirror, any mirror really. I poked my side wound, the doctors said the gunshot had injured my left rib but they had removed the bullet before any further damage could be done. I had been lucky unlike Marie. I sauntered towards the humongous closet in my master bedroom and picked a black three piece suit Sue had gotten me for today's event, my mother's funeral well technically my adopted mother. It was still a hard truth to swallow but I had come to terms with the fact, after conducting a little investigation of my own. I had decided it did not matter.
I was an Obare, I had been raised as an Obare and I would die an Obare.
I had
