Back then Jerry lived with his parents and his baby sister in a white two-floor mansion that was too big for the family of four.

From the cashier counter Amy called me over.
“Genna! The phone!”
At dinnertime Erny’s Diner is usually flooded with people and today was no different.

“What is that?” I asked my friend.
He was holding a white object in his hand and was about to plug it into the wall. From far away it looked like one of those automatic air fresheners, but it wasn’t.

It was a hot Friday afternoon. I sat on the bench outside my building. Friday is usually the day the new shipment of coffins arrives and I would’ve had to be there, but today Jerry was replacing me at the funeral home. I had just begun working there and it was my first day off in a whole month.