Uncle Frank was dying. He drove us out to the Methodist cemetery to look at the gravestones, but Clarice and Aunt Helena couldn’t decide on a style they liked. When we got to the mausoleums, we all…
Uncle Frank was dying. He drove us out to the Methodist cemetery to look at the gravestones, but Clarice and Aunt Helena couldn’t decide on a style they liked. When we got to the mausoleums, we all…