Lorraine’s longtime lover skulking into a back pew. Handsome enough, faintly disheveled, fighting tears, finally divorced and free at last, which was how Lorraine, exactly one month before the accident, had come to confess. This is your fault, Frank, you’re completely oblivious, you could have headed this off and you didn’t. The man was a know-it-all dog breeder who’d sold them a neurotic and short-lived spaniel years back. He’s strong, he knows what he wants, don’t I deserve to be happy? And now here the man was, a shadow returning, struggling to control his face as the casket rolled down the
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