Few days past and Mr. Teslow's funeral came quickly. It brought back painful memories for Keely. That phone call. Phil drove her down back to Pickford. The doorbell rang and Mrs. Teslow answered. Dressed in black. No hello, not even a hi but right into a hug. She grabbed her daughter and Keely grabbed her mom. They drove together to the funeral and Phil went to where he had lived in Pickford. His parents still lived there and so did Pim. Who was now around the age of 17. Phil decided to go to the funeral a little later. He knew Keely and her mom would want some alone time there. He walked in to his house.
"Hello? Anyone home?" He called throughout the house.
"Oh. It's just you."
"That's what I get? I don't get a Hey big brother. Nice to see you. How's college." Phil said.
"You should know me better by now."
She might have gotten a little taller but Pim still had her long and straight blonde hair. And still, none of that incredibly girly stuff.
"Mom! Dad! Phil's here!" She yelled and started up the stairs but stopped.
"Hello big brother." She said and resumed going up the stairs.
"Phil!" Lloyd said.
"Hi sweetie."
Phil gave his mother a hug.
"Hi Mom. Hi Dad."
Hardly any hours pasted before Phil left to go to the funeral. He walked into a room of black and wet faces. He saw his best friend's blonde hair stick out from all the black and worked his way towards her. He finally got to her. She looked up at him with watery eyes. He put his arm around her.
"Christopher Teslow was first-rate man. A good man." The pastor started.
They stuck around for a while after the pastor was done. Mrs. Teslow came up to Keely.
"I'm going to go sweetie. I'll see you at the house."
"Ok Mom. I'm just gonna say goodbye once more and then I'm going."
Her mom patted her on the shoulder and left. Keely walked up to the casket one last time. She stared down.
"Goodbye Dad." She whispered.
Phil walked up next to her.
They left the next morning to go back to their place. Keely stared out the window as Phil drove along. She felt a sudden squeeze on her shoulder. She looked over. Phil's eyes were on the road but he was smiling. Keely took his hand and held it. She continued to stare out the window. A few minutes pasted before Phil spoke.
"What are you thinking about?" He asked her, noticing that she had been gazing out the window for quite some time.
"Nothing." She replied.
"Just…about the funeral…you." She added. She fiddled with his fingers in her hands.
"Me huh? What about me?" Phil questioned.
"Oh…just how you looked awfully adorable in black." She answered and forced a small laugh. Phil just smiled.
It wasn't until night before they arrived home. Phil parked the car and looked over at Keely. Slouched down in the car seat and barely awake. He got out and went around the side of the car, opening up her door.
"Keely. Hey Keels. We're home." He whispered. She groaned.
Phil picked her up and carried her inside. She was as light as a feather. He opened the door to Keely's room and laid her down.
"Night Keely." Phil spoke in barely a whisper. He turned back and closed her door on the way out.
By this time, Keely had regained some of her consciousness and sat up.
"Goodnight… Phil."