It hadn't been long since the last ceremony of this sort, definitely not long enough. The feeling was a shuddered one. People prayed for it to come rarely and to leave rapidly. But it hadn't. The last time hadn't even lumbered away before the next snuck in sinisterly and another was seized from them.
The funeral advanced slowly for George, just like the one, two months ago. He was lost in his thoughts, completely hostile and silent. He did not join in the chant during the service, he didn't say anything about the deceased during the eulogy, nor did he reply when anyone asked him questions.
He was at Candy's bedside when the old man passed away. He'd been there on request. Candy had asked for him to stay, he didn't want to be alone. The old swamper had gotten pneumonia, and he was too old to fight it off.
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"I don't got any family, George. I'm awful lonely. Now I ain't got to be lonely no more." Now the man was dead. George didn't know what to think about that. His face contorted with pain, and sadness. Was he alone now? Alone seemed like a derogatory term to him now and maybe it always had, but it had never been so painful to think of before. Alone? How could he be alone? He'd never been alone is his life! Or had he? It was a disarming thought, taking him by surprise and then brutally bashing at his heart and leaving him cowering in fear, left only with wisps of his former