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Funeral Burrito
Sloane
The swing creaked rhythmically under me as I used a toe to push off
against the porch floorboards. The chilly fingers of January slipped
their way under the blanket and through the layers of my clothes. But the
joke was on them because I was already frozen inside.
The droopy Christmas wreath on the proudly purple front door drew my
eye.
I needed to take it down.
I needed to go back to work.
I needed to go back upstairs and put on the deodorant I’d forgotten.
Apparently, I needed to do a lot of things. All of them felt monumental,
as if going back inside and climbing the stairs to my bedroom required the
same amount of energy as trekking to the top of Everest.
Sorry, Knockemout. You’re just going to have to deal with a librarian
with body odor.
I sucked a breath of razor- sharp air into my lungs. It was funny how I
needed to remind myself to do something as automatic as breathing. Grief
had a way of infiltrating everything, even when you were prepared for it.
I lifted my dad’s Opposing Counsel’s Tears mug and took a fortifying sip
of breakfast wine.
I would be spending the rest of the day in the cloying heat of Knock ’Em
Stiff, Knockemout’s irreverently named funeral home. The funeral home’s
thermostat never budged below seventy- five degrees to accommodate the
thinner blood of the elderly crowds it usually entertained.
My breath left me in a silver cloud. When it dissipated, my view of the
house next door was restored.
It was a nondescript two- story with beige siding and utilitarian
landscaping.
To be fair, my whimsical Victorian made most homes look dull in
comparison with its wraparound porch and unsubtle turret. But there was an
emptiness to the place next door that made the contrast more notable. The
only signs of life for more than a decade had been limited to the crew that
came to maintain the yard and sporadic visits by its obnoxious owner.
I wondered why he hadn’t just sold it or burned it to the ground. Or
whatever ridiculously wealthy men did to places that held shadows and
secrets.
It annoyed me that he still owned it. That he still stayed there on
occasion. Neither one of us wanted to be saddled with those memories.
Neither one of us wanted to share a property line.
My front door opened, and out stepped my mother.
Karen Walton had always been beautiful to me. Even today, even with
fresh grief painted on her face, she was still lovely.
“What do you think? Is it too much?” she asked, doing a slow twirl in
her new little black dress. The dignified boatneck and long sleeves gave
way to a flirty party skirt with dark tulle that sparkled. Her sleek blond bob
was held back with a velvet headband.
My friend Lina had taken us shopping a few days ago to help us find our
funeral outfits. My dress was a short, fitted ebony knit with pockets hidden
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