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”Of course I remember you, .” Alex said sincerely. ”I’m so sorry for your loss.”
”Yeah well,” She sighed. ”I love my grandson but, that’s what happens when you mess with drugs I suppose.” Alex only nodded.
”Well, we have a beautiful service prepared for him. He’s at peace now.”
”Aunt Joan, let’s go find a seat, okay?” The younger woman pushing the wheelchair said.
”Oh! Okay.” She said, letting go of Alex’s hand.
”I’m so sorry, she’s mentally declining.” The woman quietly apologized.
”It’s really okay.” Alex chuckled.
”I can hear you Anne-Marie!” The elderly woman shouted.
”I’ll see you in there.” Alex said kindly as the two headed towards the chapel. Alex followed behind, deciding to wait until after the service to find Nicky.
Piper was already waiting inside the chapel as Alex flowed in with the crowd. This service was for the tattoo’d man she’d seen inside the body bag. He was going to be flown to California shortly after the service to be buried alongside his mother, at least that’s what one of the funeral goers had told Piper.
The service began relatively smoothly as everyone took their seats. It was noticeable how many empty seats remained inside the chapel. Most of the funeral goers were other young, tattoo’d men. None of them were crying but she could tell they were suffering. When the time came for visitors to say a few words about the decedent, the young woman wheeled the elderly lady to the podium. She lowered the microphone to her mouth and began her speech.
”My grandson, Jacob, was a good boy. When his mother sent him to live with me he fixed everything around the house. He helped me cook, he always did the chores. I loved him like he was my own son. I watched him grow into such a handsome young-” She was interrupted by the chapel doors loudly swinging open. A young woman in a prom dress and fur coat strolled in, stomping in a pair of cheap heels. Everyone at the service turned to face her, watching her cause a scene.
”You think you could keep me from seeing him you old bitch?!” She yelled at the woman at the mic, taking off one of her heels and throwing it at the elderly woman, only to miss and hit the casket with a loud THUNK.
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Martha3128 says
This is an interesting story…. mixture of romance, trying to make a buisness survive, competitive nature of women, being engaged to someone with life goals which may not match your own, and being in a buisness that deals with the dark side of life. And sprinkle in some illegal drug usage and shady characters. I’m ready to read some more…