He’s careful not to park right outside the funeral home. Instead, he parks on a cross street, behind a pickup truck and beside an old brick church where a big oak tree is growing out of the sidewalk, making the concrete heave and c***k.
He waits for the arrival of the hearse.
When it comes, he feels his many, already conflicting emotions colliding with one another like the clash of the titans on some distant ancient battlefield. It’s almost as if he were about to run into an old girlfriend he hasn’t seen since college. The girl whom he fell head-over-boot heels for. The one who jilted him for another guy. The guy she fell heels-over-head for, literally. Now, he’s meeting her again, totally by chance. He wants her to see what she’s been missing all these years. Even if she is dead.
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