Twenty - Seven - Burial Part Three
Luca After the brief. The security details leave the room and the family is left alone. The room is silent but just a few crackle, and babble of us while adjusting the small ear pieces that came with the guns. “Are you going to be okay?” the question was directed to the three women huddled together looking shrank, horrified, and out of place. They don't say anything at first, they look confused, bewildered, but their eyes are fixed on uncle Raph. “It's not as bad as it seems?” he comforts them. They nod in unison but remain seated. “Come on, we need to go.” I watch them take a few seconds to get up, how they each look at the guns put on the table in front of them as if they were afraid they would burst into frames when they touch them even though they each knew how to use a g*n.
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