I didn’t have the energy to fight them today.

“If it was empty, why did you have it in your pocket at a funeral?

Why bring it at all?” I asked.

Gregory sighed loudly and pulled his heavy car keys out of his coat.

“To prove a point to you,” Gregory said.

“She baked cookies and lived in a fantasy world.

Now you need to grow up and join the real one, Sammy girl.”

Dustin unlocked his sports car from fifty feet away, and the horn chirped twice.