But it was possible all right. Beth fell into her kitchen chair--one of the four that she’d meticulously stripped and refinished--and rested her head. “This just doesn’t make any sense,” she muttered. Ramona’s palm stroked circles into her back. Beth raised her head to see Ramona, Jack, Larry and Deej, who’d dealt with so much tragedy in the past, staring at her as if they didn’t have a clue either what the hell it all meant. “Can I see the note he left?” she asked and Larry pulled it from a manila envelope that he held and handed it to her. Beth glanced down at yellow legal paper and Chris’ half-print, half-cursive handwriting. Not much to say besides there’s no reason for me to go on. I’ve lost my wife, my children, everything. The world will be better without me. Chris The world would be better without him? Chris had never for a moment truly believed that the world would be better without him.
