He was mean, nasty, tricky, unsmiling, and he tried very, very hard to make me fail. He deliberately tried to get me to break the law, pass cars illeg...lly, turn down a one-way street the wrong way, and that sort of thing. He made me do double the number of written tests I should have had to, asked me verbal questions when they don't normally. He even asked a question about something the Driver Manual specifically said wouldn't be examined. I was damned lucky that I'd memorized everything in the. ‘Get over here, Sunday. There’s something we need to talk to you about.’ Jay called me over. I joined them on the couch.‘There’s a very good friend of mine, Gina. She doesn’t seem to be doing well on her own.’ Kate started. ‘She’s a family friend, actually. She’s forty, ten years older than me. A terrible thing happened to her years ago and that has completely change her. She found out the man she loved, well still loves, was a serial killer. And that was after the police had taken him down one. That afternoon she made it a point to cross paths with Brianna and invited her over for a late dinner the next day.Brenna graciously accepted the invitation.Vicki spent the afternoon the following day making a delicious meal for that night and when Brianna knocked on the door, she invited her in. The three of them sat around the table and visited and then retired to the living room for more visiting. Vicki gathered their empty glasses and shoed Brianna back in her seat when she would have gone. I closed my eyes, just letting the feeling soak in, and heard… crying? I opened my eyes and looked around for the source. I couldn’t see anyone so I listened again. It was faint, but I definitely heard soft, gasping sobs. I took a few steps down the path towards the sound. “Hello?” I called, softly. The sobbing continued and I followed the sound until I saw a figure kneeling by a grave. Should I see if they were okay? I mean sure, someone crying over a grave in a cemetery wasn’t exactly unheard.