What the Concrete Keeps
The funeral was on a Thursday. Rain, because it always rains at funerals, because the universe has a sense of humor that is either divine or indifferent and Tom Callahan had never been able to decide which. He stood at the edge of the cemetery with his mother and his boss, Dean Kowalski, and three other people whose names he would forget within a week. His father's casket was lowered into the...
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