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"Professionals get killed," Flossy's stare answered, ripping intoa wound in the earth that would becohted across the ceaveearlier was unacceptable, I couldn't i the backhoe's engine turnover, knowing it's propose was to dig their son's grave

As thetoaze

"Try totowards his car

"Father… Iht as you can"

"Oh?"

"Can't have thelanced past his heavy jowls into cold brown eyes

"You're right, we can't have that"

"Give ?" he asked

"I' alone" I answered

"I think I can keep them occupied"

The reverend's car pulled out of Fernwood; I was alone with thetask ofstunt I faced Count I placed my hand atop the casket "I love you brother" I found the switch for the electronic winch The an the descent into his final resting-place I turned away before the top of the casket sunk beneath ground level "If I hadn't met you," Count's voice echoed in my memory "I'd never had met your Grandfather and if I hadn'tinto the arht I released the switch when I heard the thuainst the floor of the burial vault Tears clouded ained my feet and sprinted ho a suit

My father offered his help adnauseam, I turned hi alone or having the well intentioned help of soround was an easy one Despite our conversations I wasn't surprised to see sorave Only when I walked under the trees into Fernwood did I recognize that it wasn't my father, it was Steve Lucas