“Are you going to disillusion poor Melissa?”
Jared shook his head. “She knows the score. She’s leaving in a few days, anyway.”
Royce reached into the back of the pickup truck and retrieved his duffel bag. “How’s Stephanie holding up?”
“Too cheerful,” said Jared. “You just know she’s going to crack.”
“Maybe going up to the cemetery isn’t such a good idea this year. Gramps’s grave is awfully fresh.”
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