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Saturday
Saturday morning dawned bright, cheerful, and
clear, an ironic day for a funeral. Cathy found the church easily.
She took a seat near the back of the simple, unadorned, brick
building and watched the others filter in. She recognized no one
until Bobby's family entered.
Danny had gotten a haircut and some sleep,
but it would take more than that to remove the gauntness. The suit
he wore had probably fit him a year or two ago.
A small, pregnant girl in a dark blue
maternity dress came into the church and sat directly behind the
family. Only Danny turned to greet her. She leaned forward to say
something to him before settling uncomfortably on the bench.
Cathy had wondered if Bobby's father would be
able to attend, but only the three sat in the front row. They
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