"Um, hi Miss Cynthia." I said blushing. Kevin was beside himself trying not to laugh out loud. "Let's practiceCindy. Do you want anything?" "Um, I'm k...nda thirsty Uncle Kevin." "Well ask Aunt Sissy and she'll get you some juice. Go ahead, she likesto be told what to do." "Get me some juice." "No Cindy, you have to ask her nice," Kevin said. "Aunt Sissy, please get me some juice." "Now Aunt Sissy what do you say?" My hands were shaking with rage at my humiliation, but I managed tosqueak out,. " What would you like for breakfast? We have two things, grits and sorghum or sorghum and grits." Mrs. Burns smiled as she said this. I was guessing her larder was about empty. "Grits would be great." Piper apologized for the skimpy choices as she wouldn't be getting paid until tomorrow and would have to go in for her pay envelope at that time. I felt bad for I had really dug into the meal that was served last night. Most likely there would have been hash this morning if I hadn't made such a. A guy I knew had said something to someone about visiting her the weekend before, while I was out of town. He didn't know that I had heard him, and he shut up after I sat down next to him.After everyone but him left, I leaned over and whispered in his ear.Vito, if you don't give me the full details, you will be a dead man but dinner time.He knew that I meant what I said; he broke down saying he was sorry, that he had fucked my wife. He also told me that she had in addition fucked ten other guys. I pulled out an uncut loaf of bread and sawed off two sloppy slices of Jewish rye and cooked them up under the broiler in the stove because there was no way the things could fit into the toaster that required neat slices cut with a lot more precision.I opened the front door.No fucking newspaper.I wanted to scream out...”Typical!”Then the memory kicked in and I had to sit down for a moment and let my tears flow in private because everybody knows real men don’t cry.Today was the funeral.Today was.