Chapter 61

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Mac watched from the porch of his grandma’s trailer as Virginia sped away too fast, gravel kicked up behind her, narrowly missing the mailbox at the end of the drive. She managed to also toot the horn and stick a cigarette-holding hand out the car window while shouting, “Toodle-loo!”

Virginia had seemed to instinctively understand Mac’s need to be alone in the house he grew up in. She had handed him her set of keys and told him she’d come back in the morning, when viewing hours were scheduled. “You get a good night’s sleep, mister. I’ve been to enough wakes for loved ones that I can attest—they’re exhausting. So even though you’re young and fit and probably have more energy than you know what to do with, take Aunt Virginia’s advice and go to bed early.”

He’d nodded and promised he would. And they’d hugged good-bye.