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Score was astute, that was no newsflash. Despite knowing he paid attention, the black limo awaiting them on their departure had been a shock. Even though he probably hadn’t made the call to reserve the vehicle himself, it still meant something that he’d thought ahead to ensure they had chauffeur driven transportation.
The service was more traditional than Shyla had expected. Stan, like Bernard, planned his own funeral several years ago. From what he’d said at the time of the planning, she’d anticipated something unusual. Instead, there was a sermon on top of the eulogy delivered by Mick, who did a great job at appearing the devastated son.
Shyla didn’t want to be cynical about the broken words and long pauses, which apparently he needed to compose himself. He’d lost his father, it st
