Head bowed against grief, Dick has to remove the dark glasses that shield his eyes, pressing the heel of his hand into them in turn. A white rose is laid on the coffin, a hand comes to rest briefly on its mahogany lid. He can't say goodbye. It's too much. But sotto voce, he will say two words that were a staple of his childhood, and of most of his adult life:
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Date: 2007-09-26 05:18 pm (UTC)G'night, Alfred.