Later that evening when Roxanne was back at her apartment, she received a call from her dad.
“Roxanne, listen. I don't know how to tell you this, but Owen died."
She sat on the couch in disbelief.
“Died?" she instinctively said.
“Yeah, I don't know. Stroke or something. Look, there's a memorial service in two days. We're all going to meet afterward at The Hole in the Wall. Want to come?"
“Sure, I'll be there." The news about Owen knocked Roxanne's euphoria out of her system. Owen. Dead, she thought. While her dad tried to sound nonchalant about it, Roxanne could hear the cracking in his voice, proving Owen's death upset him.
Roxanne took the piece of aluminum out of her wallet and stroked the shiny green clover leaf with her finger. Maybe he'd just sent her there for luck.
With Owe
