T writing continues
Josie was not very surprised to find that the rear parlor had been abandoned, Malcolm and Ned both gone. Ned had appeared determined to toss Malcolm out, and Malcolm had not seemed eager to stay where he was regarded as unwelcome. Still, there was some lingering tension at the back of her mind about the whole thing. The one-sided hostility. That was what was bothering her, but that was only half the issue. She had known Ned for a long time--all her life, really--and could not recall meeting Malcolm before today. So why did she feel that Malcolm was the wronged party here?
The girl shook her head, clearing the fog. What was she doing--frozen and gawking at an empty room--when her mother had made one simple request? Doesn't matter, she thought dismissively, turning down a dark hallway that led to the rear door of the funeral home. Never saw him before. Probably won't see him again.
The sun blinded her in its glaring light as Josie pushed open the rusting screen door and passed over the threshhold. She threaded the sunglasses carefully through her dark hair and off the top of her head, replacing them over her eyes.
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The girl shook her head, clearing the fog. What was she doing--frozen and gawking at an empty room--when her mother had made one simple request? Doesn't matter, she thought dismissively, turning down a dark hallway that led to the rear door of the funeral home. Never saw him before. Probably won't see him again.
The sun blinded her in its glaring light as Josie pushed open the rusting screen door and passed over the threshhold. She threaded the sunglasses carefully through her dark hair and off the top of her head, replacing them over her eyes.
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