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Chapter 47
ASHES TO ASHESand dust to dust.
When Decker had buried his wife and child, he had stood at their gravesites as though experiencing a cruel hallucination. He knew what was happening in front of him, but could not believe it actually equated with any sense of reality.
Frank Mitchell’s funeral, he understood fromthis experience, was probably no different for Mitchell’s wife and young daughter. They would go through the motions today and go to bed tonight. And then wake up tomorrow and momentarily wonder where their husband and father was.
The weather had turned rainy and cold, with the gloom of clouds adding weight to an already oppressive atmosphere.
Frank’s parents, flanked by theirgrown children, sat looking feeble and dazed.
Directly in front of the coffin, Amber held Zoe in her lap, the girl’s head tight against her mother’s chest. Her sisters were on either side of her. They were all seated on metal folding chairs set up in front of the coffin. Some people from the fulfillment center, including Ted Ross, were in attendance. There were a few other young women.Decker assumed they might be mothers of kids who went to Zoe’s school. Other than them, there was no one. The Mitchells hadn’t been here long enough to make many friends.
Decker had had no suit to wear to the funeral, and getting something quickly for a man of his size was out of the question. Thus his khaki pants, sweater, and overcoat had to suffice.
He stood in the veryback, almost clear of the tent that had been put up against the inclement weather. Lumpy green turf carpet was under his feet. Rain blew in on him from the rear of the tent, but it didn’t bother him, and he didn’t try to move in closer. He wasn’t part of the family, and he wanted to give the bereaved their space.
His gaze had met Ross’s and the men had flicked a hello at each other.He thought it was good of Ross to be here. While he stood there, the man sidled over to him.
“I hope no one minds that I’m here,” Ross said quietly.
“You came to pay your respects. Nothing wrong with that.”
Ross dug into his pocket, pulled out a card, and handed it to Decker.
“What’s this?”
“For what it’s worth, he’s one of the best lawyers inPennsylvania. He’ll take Maxus for every penny he can.” He pointed over to Amber and Zoe. “They deserve it. And then they should just leave this place and find a nicer one to live in.”
Decker said, “Thanks. But why are you being so nice? You work for the company that will have to pay out big-time.”
“You told me you met my father?”
“I did.”
“He’s an asshole.”
“I wouldn’t disagree with that.”
“He was terrible to my mother, and to me too, truth be known. I never forgot that. Always being on the receiving end of that crap. Always being the underdog. It leaves its mark on you.”
“I can understand that.”
Ross said quietly, “So when the little guy can punch back, you gotta take your shot.” He pointed to the card. “Haveher call him.”
“I will.”
Ross walked away.
A few minutes later the preacher eulogized a man he didn’t know; some hymns were sung and then a final prayer was given. After that the man of the cloth went over and said some private words to the widow and patted Zoe on the head. The little girl recoiled from the stranger’s touch, while Jamison put a supportive hand onher niece’s shoulder.
And that was that.
A life of roughly three and a half decades ground down to about thirty minutes, that was what constituted Frank Mitchell’s exit from this earth.
That’s about what most of us will get, thought Decker.And then we just live on in memories and fading pictures set on tables and hung on walls.
If that doesn’t depress you,nothing will, he concluded.
