Chapter Fifty-three

The clouds began to clear a little. They still shaded the sun and everywhere became a lighter shade of grey. The wind remainder gusty still, carrying the light droplets of rain and increasing the humidity. Layla covered her mouth, moving closer to Nathan as she already had a cold.

Rosa was there a while, rather slow in taking the shovel with the sand.

She finally got enough sand on her shovel and she hesitated to speak.

“You lived well Ronald. I loved you. I always will”

The sand hit the coffin hard as she threw the shovel up lightly. Tears streamed down Rosa's eyes so naturally, they seemed sincere. She wedged the shovel back, walking slowly as relatives joined to comfort her. They'd done a lot of comforting since the day of the death. The priest proceeded with the rest of the program, leading the audience into prayer for the deceased. However, his prayers were interrupted by Lana's arrival.

“Wait!”, She shouted from the cab, hardly waiting for the driver to park properly before she