EBONY
TWO DAYS LATER
Walking from the cemetery, I held Drew’s arm and headed toward the bar.
Today was Bess’s funeral. It was hard, especially hearing Wilson. I felt for him.
Cleo whimpered in my head but stayed back. She was feeling everything today. It was like a rollercoaster from hell between my emotions and her own. I didn’t know if I was coming or going.
My mind was mainly on Bess. But last night, Drew and his parents showed me the bar. It still smelt of paint, but it was completely redone. There was new flooring, new tables, and chairs. Before, the bar was a dull grey colour; now, it was blue.
The place smelt of paint, and there was no sign that there was any fighting of any kind.
Drew held my hand as we walked back to the bar. There was silence between us as we head back. I
