Alan reads aloud the textual content relaying Ken’s funeral plans. The extra he reads, the much less color adorns Jackie’s face.
“You didn’t know,” he says.
“What occurred?”
“Stroke. Final Saturday.”
She photos Ken’s smile peering up from the cabbages, hand raised in acknowledgment. “However I noticed him on the allotment. Yesterday.”
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