41
Jack
“How was the funeral yesterday?” asks Sissy.
I kick my boot into the shovel and turn up a pile of dirt.
I’m in the back garden clearing the last of the weeds. The garden’s in full bloom. Dany upheld her end of the bargain. It’s gorgeous back here. I kick the shovel into the ground again and dump another clump of weeds.
“Wow. What’d those weeds ever do to you?”
I sigh and turn to her. “I left early,” I say.
“Why?”
I shrug.
“Was Dany there?”
I nod.
“Seriously, bro. You’ve never been one for loquacious sibling chats, but give me something here.”
“Sis, I’m not going to share my internal struggles with you.”
“Ooh, somebody’s in looove. I called it. I knew it. You’re in looove. I knew it the second Dany proposed in the hospital and you got that stupid look on your face. Jack
