The funeral was almost a joke because her father never made an attempt to form any friendships and her mother was a notorious gossip who was avoided b... all the neighbors. The only attendee was her Uncle Bill who was not really her blood uncle but an old Army buddy of her father who seemed to use the word "motherfucker" an awful lot and told her to call him Daddy Bill because he was not really her kin.Since she was still in high school and had only recently turned eighteen, he took charge of her. "I know you must be wondering why I called you over today. I know itwas kind of out of the blue, but I'm glad that we could sit down andchat. I wanted to let you know that I have observed you a few timesgetting dressed into your special outfits, and I wanted to get to knowthe girl behind those clothes. You really seemed to enjoy dressing inyour very feminine clothes and walking around your apartment. So the CDI made for you had some subliminal messages embedded in it, with somevery special. Her crying tore at me like the cries of wounded agents in firefights I'd died in. Her daughters ran to her and held her as she reached the end of her rope – maybe for the first time, certainly for the current time. The three of them lived in a private place, just then. Their grief walled everyone else in the world out, and they held on to each other, hoping that some miracle would swoop in and take them away from the nightmare they were living.The universe was far ahead of them.I waited until I. ’ Thinking of her drink, Keri went back to her chair and took a swig, feeling the bitter warmth go down her throat. ‘Anyway, it’s only for one night. I can get drunk one night, can’t I?’ ‘I guess you can,’ Fran said. She felt sorry for her friend and couldn’t tell her not to do it. When Keri found out about Michael and Meg, Fran was the first person she called. Over the past few months, Fran could see it in Keri’s actions and demeanor that she hadn’t forgiven Michael. She was surprised he.