"What?" She asked, her body still gently simmering as she unwound one of her arms to take a sip from her wine glass.Nick shook his head as if to say '...othing' before he looked over to Eric then looked back to her. He did that once more before Alicia asked him again."Come on, what are you thinking?" She asked, teasing the back of his neck with her nails again to try to make him tell her."You want to know?" He asked her, gentle amusement touching his still hungry eyes. Alicia nodded, smiling. Not long after, Charlie and Lucy both heard the door open. It was a woman in her fifties carrying an umbrella- odd, since it wasn’t supposed to rain today… ‘Oh, hello there.’ she said upon seeing them. ‘Why, hello.’ Lucy said back. ‘Would it be all right if I joined you?’ the woman asked. ‘No problem.’ answered Charlie. The woman took her clothes off- her body looked quite good for her age- and walked in. ‘Well, now that we all know each other a little better, I’m Jane Banks.’ ‘Pleased to meet. “Sandra R. Moore, Beloved Wife and Mother.”I don’t remember the graveside service or the wake that followed. One family member or another was at my side the whole time. When it was over I went home, only to be completely reminded of her presence. It took three months before I finally allowed her things to be packed up. I’d taken the pillowcase she’d slept on the last night of her life and sealed it, bringing it out on her birthday and our anniversary, inhaling her scent until it finally faded. I stood up and walked off. I left from there and went back home. That night, I couldn’t sleep thinking about what I had done.The next day, I did not visit her house. A few days passed by and questions were raised by Avant and uncle that why wasn’t I coming over to their house.I gave excuses saying I had a lot of work and all. And later Avant called me and asked me to come over to his house and he mentioned that his mom had specially asked me to come over or else she would cut off every relation.