itâout!â
Poor Mrs. Krackau looked at me as though Iâd gone insane, and maybe I had. The thought that Hailey died for some inexplicable âplanâ made me livid, and thinking of her as an angel didnât help a bit. It felt like an insult, actually.
But tonight Iâm determined, and if I have to speak of angels, so be it. âDonât be afraid, Selwyn. Weâll be protected by angels, Iâm sure. If thereâs evil out there, thereâs good, too, and good always wins.â I realize how silly I sound and, embarrassed for myself, reach for the door. âOh, fuck it. Iâll go alone.â
I start to climb out of the car but then hear him say, âIâm an idiot.â
I turn and make a face that says,
Well, if you say so.
Selwyn doesnât smile, though, and instead he shifts his gaze beyond the black gate.
âWhat?â
âItâs taken me this long to realize why weâre here.â His face goes soft. âIâm sorry.â
âThereâs no need to apologize. I should apologize. Itâs beyond strange to bring you here in the first place. But I feel like being here. I come here at night sometimes. I know itâs weird, but itâs what I need right now. I just thought Iâd like to invite you, but if you donât want to, I understand. I do.â
He takes a breath. âIâd be honored. Besides,â he adds, taking the keys out of the ignition, âMomma also said a person should stand up to his fears.â
âI love your momma,â I say, my smile growing big and wide.
He looks at me a beat, his eyes round and shiny. âThat smile. That smile.â
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S elwyn holds the flashlight as I guide us through the cemetery. In hopes of making him feel less afraid, I ramble on about how pretty the cemetery is during the dayâhow itâs more like a park with all the great views, the duck pond and boysenberry bushes, the people who come here to walk their dogs, but he remains dubious at best and mutters a sarcastic âOh yeah, itâs
exactly
like a park.â
To keep him focused, and because I donât know a thing about him, I ask him to tell me something about himself.
âWell,â he says, ready to settle into a good story, âwhen I was a boy of about eight or nine and growing up in Alabamaââ
Iâm exhausted already. âOh God, never mind.â
âWhat?â
âIâm just not in the mood to hear about the Southâthose willow trees and june bugs, Southern witticisms.â I shiver dramatically.
âGirl, you have more attitude than ten women dressed in too-tight shoes.â
I give him a look that says,
See what I mean?
We finally reach the top of the hill weâve been climbing for what feels like several hours. We stare silently at land and sky spread out before us, the bright expanse of city lights, and the bay and both the Golden Gate and Bay Bridge far off in the distance.
We stand without saying a word until Selwyn murmurs, âMy, my, what a beautiful view. Itâs so peaceful.â
I turn and wave my hands in the air.
âBoo!â
âEverybodyâs a comedian,â he mutters.
After a few minutes of gazing at the view, we continue to walk until we reach a crest.
âThere it is,â I say, pointing to Haileyâs tombstone.
I gaze down at her name and the words BELOVED DAUGHTER . I then find myself going down on my knees in the wet grass.
Selwyn soon joins me, resting an arm around my back. âListenââ
I know exactly where heâs headedâthose strands of familiar platitudesâand interrupt him before he can start. âNo, actually, I donât want to listen. I donât want to hear anything even remotelyââI make imaginary quotes in the airââsupportive or understanding.
I donât want to hear how things will get better, or
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