He had changed into a maroon polo and softly worn jeans and his hair still looked a little damp from the shower. The instant he saw me, he was on his feet, a big smile spreading over his face. “Hi!” he said. “You look nice.” I returned his smile and...
did flaunt the usual conventions of appropriate funeral attire. Granted, she was wearing black. At least the top half of her was wearing black. The strapless low-cut bodice of her dress was skin tight, boosted to its full potential by what was, no doubt, a “lift and separate” Playtex bra living u...