Chapter 15
I entered Miller-Edwards Funeral Home on Dan’s arm and gaped at the full lobby. “A lot of stiffs on display tonight, I guess,” I muttered. I spoke quietly despite the fact I could have yelled and screamed and no one would have known the difference. Nobody speaks loudly in a funeral home. Public grieving is so darn civilized.
Releasing January 6 from New Concepts Publishing
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