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Sep. 30th, 2007 11:36 pmIt's not a ceremony, exactly. It's certainly not something they're asking anybody else to attend.
(They've been at funerals together before. Tracey's, after they'd brought him home to his family; Nandi's, held by her girls; the triple funeral for Shepherd Book and Wash and the young man who called himself Mister Universe.)
(This is different on too many levels.)
There's a plot out behind the house. Everything's been prepared.
When it's over, they walk slowly back to where Teddy and Constance Frye are waiting on the front porch. Nobody says much; they sit together as the late summer sun wheels slowly down.
It's nearly dusk before Simon starts to wipe the smudges of earth from his hands.
(They've been at funerals together before. Tracey's, after they'd brought him home to his family; Nandi's, held by her girls; the triple funeral for Shepherd Book and Wash and the young man who called himself Mister Universe.)
(This is different on too many levels.)
There's a plot out behind the house. Everything's been prepared.
When it's over, they walk slowly back to where Teddy and Constance Frye are waiting on the front porch. Nobody says much; they sit together as the late summer sun wheels slowly down.
It's nearly dusk before Simon starts to wipe the smudges of earth from his hands.
