The funeral was on a Thursday. Danny O'Connell had never been to a...

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The funeral was on a Thursday. Danny O'Connell had never been to a funeral he cared about, and this one was no exception.

He stood in front of the grave in a suit that didn't fit. The shoulders were too wide, the sleeves too long. The man who had fitted it for him—Robert Hargrove—had said, "It's the best we could do." Danny had said nothing. There wasn't much to say. The coffin was closed. Danny couldn't see Michael Hargrove's face. He didn't know what it looked like, which was the point. Danny's face was similar...

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