Years from now, Bryn didn’t think he’d remember much about the funeral. Even half an hour after the service ended, the details were fuzzy. The alcohol helped. He’d have to cut back on that soon, though. Ellis was starting to frown at him. Ellis hadn’t stopped Bryn when he caught Bryn swallowing two white pills with a shot of rum that morning, but Bryn thought the grace period on substance abuse was about over.
Did anything good ever last? Bryn glanced at Ellis sitting next to him in the back of the limo and wondered. The limo wasn’t the limo. His mother rode in that one and had pitched a massive fit when Bryn said he wasn’t riding to the church or the graveside without Ellis next to him. Ellis had, of course, offered to get there another way, but nobody in Bryn’s family was acknowledging
