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I bend down, stoking the fire that we made in the clearing beside the cabin. “I umm… I linked a few people to come join us.”
“Good,” Laylah smiles at me. “You guys can have your own little funeral for Grandma Cora instead of that stuffy bullshit where no one was allowed to feel anything.”
I look over my shoulder and smirk at her. I can’t admit that she’s right, but she is. It’s felt good to talk about Grandma Cora in a place where it’s safe to feel things. She was a complicated woman, but she was amazing.
A few moments later, Liam appears on the path, with all the kids following him. And thank the goddess, he’s carrying a case of beer.
“Where’d you get that?” I ask, taking it from him.
“I told Pops what we’re doing, and he snagged it,” Liam shrugs.
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