Chapter 5
January 1967
After the pallbearers loaded Grant Lassiter’s casket into the hearse, the friends and family attending the funeral broke up into small groups and climbed into their own cars. Although Garrett hadn’t known Grant very well, he held an appreciation for human life since his mother passed away.
“You want to ride with me?” Eron asked Garrett.
“Sure. Let me make sure my dad has a ride.”
Garrett treasured the comfortable silence as they drove to the cemetery.
“You doing okay?” Eron asked after a while. He rubbed Garrett’s thigh for a quick moment, then returned his hand to the wheel to turn a corner.
“Sorry. Johnette and I had another argument.”
Eron ignored an impulse to remain quiet. “What about?”
“There was an article in the paper about a couple restoring an old
