We
had just arrived home from Eloise’s funeral. She was quite the girl.
You would not have guessed it from her plain front. There was a smattering of handsome
strangers, mostly well dressed, and highly presentable. They each kept to themselves, not sure of the other. There were
flowers from eleven different sources. There was a Robert, a Ben, a
Marshall, an Alex...a couple of Mikes, some other guys named “joe”...and
and someone named Betty but calls herself “Mr Shivers”. Mr. Shivers sent a single Lily. Well, that one
sent a ripple through the room. And who knows? Mr Shivers might have
been any one in attendance.
Imagine that!
HA!
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