He had an IV in his hand and bandages covering the back of his head. For a while he lay very still and tried to remember what had happened. He recalled every detail of his father’s funeral yesterday. The preacher had said his old man must have been on a fast train to heaven, but somehow Beau doubted that. Then he’d played songs, not caring that his father wouldn’t have liked it. As he hugged everyone good-bye, he’d seen Trouble several yards away. She’d come to the funeral, not because she knew his father, but to make sure he was all right. She had on a suit that should have been worn by a woman twice her age and her pretty blond hair was tied up in that knot he hated. But still, it meant a great deal that she’d come. He’d turned back, planning to walk over to her when all the mourners were gone, but she’d disappeared. After the funeral he’d talked to Ruth awhile, promising help if she ever needed it.
