Michael’s Cemetery. The throngs of guests that were present at the wake aren’t at the funeral Mass or at the burial. Just Tracy’s family, Snake God, and a few friends are in attendance. I’m there alone. Ma, Rita, and Connie had to work. Long-stemmed white roses are handed out to the guests to throw over her casket after it’s lowered into the ground. After I throw my rose, I whisper to Tracy, “I’m sorry. Please forgive me wherever you are. And please remember the good times of our friendship.” I walk away and head toward my car. I’m not going to wait until the dirt is thrown over her casket. That’s too much to bear. “Valentina.” I turn around. “Michael.” We stare awkwardly at each other. Michael finally breaks the silence. “I wasn’t able to make it to the wake.” I nod my head. “I didn’t see you at the church.” “I was standing at the back.” “My sisters told me the two of you had become friendly.” I know Michael picks up on what I’m implying.
