During Robert’s Funeral, My Sons Stood By The Casket With Dry Eyes And Perfect Black Suits…

corpse crawl out of the earth.

“No…” Robert stopped in front of them. “Good morning.”

Harrison burst into tears. “Dad…” “Do not call me Dad.” The sentence struck harder than a physical blow.

Richard found his voice first. “This is a setup. You did this to test us.” Robert looked at him with an exhausting, aging sadness. “No, Richard. You did this to bury continue reading …