1969 Hearse

I opened my mouth, a crow cackled in my throat.

Janine knifed her elbow into my ribs.

"For goddsake, can't you hold it together for ONE MINUTE?!"

Sure I could. I could. But I didn't want to and that made her mad. She's always been more into herself than anyone else, even at a wake.

Thing is, I was seeing things. We stood just outside the front door with a direct view of the waiting hearse. They'd just loaded our cousin Doreen into the back and were coming around to the front when the curtains moved. It wasn't much, but I swear I saw a finger.

I told Janine.

She rolled her eyes.

We stood there, side by side, glaring straight ahead. Staring as it were, directly at the hearse. And then Janine screamed.

The curtains were definitely being pulled back.