Chapter Twenty-One
Charleston had never attended a funeral before, and his mother's felt dreamlike, distant and surreal. He cried a couple of times.
Gary did not attend.
Danielle handled all the logistics, which would have only shut down his brain. He needed only to speak to the solemn crowd without haphazardly telling an inappropriate joke, some autopilot logorrhea.
Before his mother's many friends and acquaintances Charleston took to the podium in his suit.
“Hey everyone.” He turned to the large photograph of her. When he saw it he lost his train of thought. “My mother's. My mother's, I guess, one of a kind. I loved her. And she loved us.”
He stopped to wipe his eyes and focus. “And she was too young. You know? What's there to say? It's over. I don't know what you want from me. I c
