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The Hand-Off
The cemetery was beautiful. Flowers and plants in bloom were everywhere Ella looked. The sky was a brilliant blue, and it didn’t quite seem to go with the melancholy mood of the occasion. The casket they were about to lower into the ground contained the body of one of the most wonderful people she’d ever known. How dare the sky be anything but gray? Hundreds of people were there. Tim’s parents had decided to allow anyone who wanted to come to do so. Ella thought it was an odd choice, but who was she to argue with them? It had been two days since she’d last spoken to Rome. Bart had called her to tell her that he hadn’t been at Mark’s graveside service, and he was worried about him, too. No one answered his phone when she called, and Bart hadn’t seen any lights in his bedroom at his parent
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