16
Farewells
Rafe
He stared at the mirror, trying for the fifth time to get a decent Windsor knot in his damn tie. If it had been for any other occasion, he would have just said screw it and gone with an open shirt under his suit jacket, but Rafe didn’t think that was a very good way to honor his cousin Marco. Truth be told, Marco probably would have gotten a good laugh at seeing Rafe all dressed up, stiff and uncomfortable in the only suit he owned, so maybe he should just say the hell with the tie.
Then again, Genoveva would throw a fit if he turned up looking like that at his cousin’s funeral.
Grimly, Rafe went back to struggling with the recalcitrant oblong piece of silk. He knew that a good portion of his current foul mood had nothing to do with the tie, and everything to do with
