Darren creaked down the stairs. The murmur of his wife’s voice on the phone to his mother soothed his steps. She said, “Yes, we’ll be there in under twelve hours Sherry.” He saw her at the bottom, pacing just outside the kitchen.
He thought, “Tie, suit, wingtips, dress shirt, black socks.”
She said, “I’m touched. Of course he’ll deliver the eulogy.”
“What? I’ll do what?”
When he spoke, she looked up and put her finger to her lips. She walked back into the kitchen, away from him.
“How can I give a eulogy for someone who should still be alive?”
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