The Simplest Times.
I was sitting at the dinner table, speaking with Mr. Lachance about sports and Denny's fantastic skills.
"Yes, sir. With the right training and special coaching Denny'll be the best of the best."
"Well finally a girl who shares the same mind as me."
Mr. Lachance smiled at me satisfied by my replies, though I wasn't exactly interested in sports, I was interested in Gordie's stories, he was a fantastic writing artist, but nobody accept me and Denny seemed to care.
"Son, when you out there tomorrow-"
"Dad did you read the story that Gordie wrote? Gordie wrote a story, it's really good."
Mr. Lachance was taken back by this and then glared at his wife Mrs. Lachance who was previously talking about a girl.
"What did you write about, Sweetheart?"
Mrs. Lachance acknowleged Gordie and I smiled at him and gave him a thumbs up, he smiled back at me nervously.
"You see? You talking about girls is getting Denny all hyped up."
I hugged Gordie, comforting him as he looked down at the dark coffin,
"Here lay Dennis Lachance, may you Rest In Peace."
The priest lay the last flower on Denny's coffin before they began to lower it into the ground.
"It's ok, it's going to be ok."
Gordie looked at me, not a tear in his eyes, but the most hurt I've ever seen in one person. Denny was the only one in the world that Gordie was able to talk to inside the family. He had nobody else who cared. And now the only one who did, was gone. May you Rest In Peace, Dennis Lachance.
