The weather is as sullen as the atmosphere of the cemetery. Upset on this sad day, but relieved to be near Sara, I look at the man who I first saw at Night and Day. I hand a cookie to Jonny who accepts it with a nod. I don’t have the heart to yell at him when he dips it in the glass reserved for Sara.
“I guess you knew Sara, if you knew her tastes,” I whisper, head down.
“Look, I’m sorry for the other day...”
“Forget it, you don’t have to answer to me.”
My teeth continually torture the plump flesh of my lips because I wait for him to explain his relationship with Sara. I’m intrigued.
“We stayed together for a year, her and me. I’ll always remember our first meeting,” he laughs, with his marked accent.
The announcement knocks me out like a huge mallet. Him with... Sara! He leans over
