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wing walker.

“What you got for me?”
“What you asked for.”
“Loco and Bail?”
“I’m hanging up.”
“Got both?”
“Wouldn’t call otherwise. Same place?”
“No. Find the one that says ‘Love always, Mommy.’ To the north, five rows. Black granite. Right before the wall with the boxes for the urns.”
“Seriously? What’s wrong with the Klopmans’?”
“There’s a new one next to it. Too many people still visiting. Lot of fresh flowers. I don’t want company.”
“Whatever. ‘Love always, Mommy and Daddy.’ Five up, black stone, before the columbarium. I’ll be there.”
“‘Columbarium’?”
“The boxes?”
“Never mind. And just ‘Mommy’.”
“What?”
“Just ‘Mommy.’ Clearly Daddy wasn’t a fan.”