CHAPTER 36
We worked our way through the graveyard, following the old habit of looking for the oldest stone, the youngest and most tragic death. There, on the edge, in a clearer spot, was the one I wanted to see, the shape and pattern so, so familiar.
“This was Alec’s, Stewie’s friend, yeah?”
“Aye, pet. Thought, you know, pay some respects. I mean, all of this here, it sort of comes from her, aye?”
My wife nodded. “You do too, I suppose. This lot, they pulled you out of the crap”
I turned to her, and kissed her gently. “I rather think you had a lot to do with that, love”
“I don’t like to blow my own wotsit---no, don’t even think about making that joke!”
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