It was soft, musical, beautiful. His was the voice heard during the ceremony. ‘You have a very beautiful voice.’ The words just slipped out as he ...hought them, making him feel foolish and embarrassed. Luke looked at him, his eyes blank, and said nothing. ‘Come on mate… let’s get you home. You’ve had enough.’ ‘No. I’m going to the ‘crem’.’ ‘Luke, you’re crazy. Don’t do this to yourself.’ The anguish in his voice was genuine making the minister’s curiosity rise a few notches. Luke shook his head. The kind of stuff you never told anyone about ever - especially your mom. Sometimes in order to see things more clearly you just need to write them down."Holy crapola. Today has been one crazy ass day with bells on..."Seeing every last detail of my appointment with Doctor Meadows down in simple black and white was strangely therapeutic. Holy baked potatoes. Talk about being knocked for six at the treatment she suggested. Putting the pen down, I stared out of my bedroom window watching as the. The man behind the bar stared at me from where he stood. “Who?”“Whom,” I said by way of correction. “I’m here to meet Lucie Hanberg.”The tension rose more. The big man threw down his towel, stomped off to the left, coming out from behind the bar, and walked right up to tower over me.I wasn’t there to make trouble, so I stood where I was and looked up at the big man’s face.He glared down at me with dark eyes. His skin was leathery and he had at least two day’s growth to his beard. A small scar. "Actually, I was pretty mellow already. But I played along, and closed my eyes. Mom's soft voice continued in soothing tones."Just let yourself drift..."I did. My mind really did feel like it was floating. Hundreds of random thoughts were entering my head, but not in the confused, crowded way that they usually did. There seemed to be real harmony to them, like hundreds of old friends meeting up and gelling together like they had when they were k**s, or like the thousands of spots on a Monet.