Chapter 42
Death at a Funeral.
Next day, 3:42 p.m. Truths funeral in Westopolis Cemetery.
Me, Amy, and cream were standing on a hill above truths funeral. I wore my black suit, I had a custom hood on it so no one would see my face. I even dyed my fur black, for 2 reasons, out of respect, and so no one will recognize me. Amy wore a black dress and that veil hat. Cream wore the same thing.
Amy had her arm around me and cream was holding my hand. It was raining so I got a umbrella and put it above us.
The funeral was ending, I watched the pall bearers put the casket in the grave. As I watched a few tears fell down my cheeks.
"Mr. Marshall, its ok to cry. Your friend is in a better place." Said cream as she tried to comfort me.
"I know cream, I just miss him." I said.
"Marshall, are you sure you are going to be ok?" said Amy.
"yes." I said half heartily.
I miss truth, I avenged his death, but I know he is watching over me.
After the Funeral.
I walked over to truths tombstone holding flowers. Amy took cream home while I stayed behind. I put the flowers on his grave and said, " I miss you truth, I know you are with me, no one is as lucky as me to have a guardian angle like you."
"Sorry to interrupt you sir but excuse me." That voice sounded familiar.
I looked behind and it was my step dad, he wore the same kind of suit I did, but without the hood.
"sure man." I said as I went past him.
"You know him?" he said.
"yeah we were close friends." I said as I took off.
"WAIT!" I heard him yell as I took off.