Karrick smelled Pine-Sol as he pushed open the door of the Woodworth Funeral Home which was partly open. He dragged his shoe through a small puddle of liquid then looked up at the bulging ceiling. His eyes followed the cracked to the corner wall behind his mother’s coffin. Mildew! He thought. Karrick propped a chair from the room against the wall. Being five feet four inches at seventeen years old, he still considered himself a dwarf. Even though his step brother Dimano was five feet two inches and his right side drooped from his leg being shorten than the other. After stepping up on the seat of the chair, he wiped his finger through the cloud-like shaped mildew which formed along the ceiling and the two adjacent walls. He tried to rub …show more content…
Pausing to look at his mother, he took a deep swallowed. Karrick tugged on his white crew neck sweater looking down to check to see if the creases in his brown slacks lined up with the front of his knee caps. Then he stood up straight in his copper loafers. “Is someone working in here?” he asked. Good morning, sir,” the man said with an undershirt with tiny holes over his plump stomach. “Sorry, I didn’t here you. I’m fixing up …show more content…
Albert threw him the towel. “I’ve got a bucket of hot water and more rags in the back if you need them.” Karrick wiped his hands and threw the towel on the floor. He knew he was being heard. Albert talked and he agreed. “There’ll be no additional discount.” “I’m not asking for another discount because this funeral should be free,” Karrick said. “I want this mess clean-” “If you want a free funeral you should’ve had it at home and as for the mess, talk to your dad.” Albert threw up his hand towards Karrick’s face. Then he left the room through the hallway connected to his office. Karrick sniffled. “Why is the door open, Karrick,” the woman said. “I left it open by mistake,” Karrick said. “My dad picked this shabby place because he got it for a discount. It’s my mother damn funeral!” “Did you tell him that?” The woman gripped the sides of her satin back dress, yanking it over her hips. “Hi, Hanele and Karr,” the hoarse voiced man said from the porch steps of the funeral