I tossed them in the backseat of my car and headed off in search of chocolate therapy, or more accurately, hot fudge cake. It was almost noon and I really needed a fix. Just the thought of cold vanilla ice cream sandwiched between layers of chocolate cake and covered in hot fudge and whipped cream had a very calming effect on my nerves. The rain had finally stopped, leaving it cool outside. I pulled into the parking lot of Frishes Big Boy and headed inside. As I was being seated, I noticed a familiar couple sitting in the back of the restaurant in the corner. It was Cliff and Stephanie Preston. I was surprised they were still in town. From their body language I could tell they were not having a good time. I headed back to say hello. Before I reached their table, Cliff abruptly stood up. He was angry and red in the face and headed out the nearest exit without even noticing me. Stephanie remained seated, staring after him with tear-filled eyes. “Excuse me, Mrs. Preston. Remember me from the funeral the other day?”
