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Her eyes flew open, infected with rage "She is now," I reported, "My dad just threater on her"

"Good Is she able to talk?" the salesman asked

"Who wants to know?" The salesman was a busy body

"My name is officer Dukowski I'm with the Alameda County, California Sheriff's department…"

"He's dead!" my mother shrieked from the floor "He's dead! He's dead!" she repeated over and over

"… I regret to infor of a Mr Stanley Alison," the voice droned

"Give le erupted in my temples and flowed like lava down my neck and back The kitchen darkened aroundIn another world I heard my father tell "

Gazing out the airplane'sat the darkened country beloorried how to stop aze tomother She looked innocent in her sleep I couldn't understand how she could create such drama Why couldn't she let Grandfather be? I looked back into the night, wishing I could keep her sedated

My father, he's useless "What can I do? It's her father," he said Somewhere over the Rockies exhaustion overpowered my anxieties I fell into a drea with the fuselage, I grabbed the ar theh luggage clai a car, I studied my mother's swollen eyes and puffy face How could this worandfather's wishes? Diane's words filled , call" Hugging me she whispered, "we're family"

We met the minister of the Shepherd of the Hills Non Denominational Church in his office Floyd, as he insisted on being called, was a short,head and a big, toothy s words, it attracted grandfather to Floyd's flock "He's a feisty little fucker," randfather had said

"I understand how you feel," Floyd leaned back in his chair "You should reconsider viewing his remains It would be a mistake - a terrible one"

"Thank you for your concern Reverend…"

"Floyd," he corrected with a smile