Retribution
“William had been drinking from minibottles of scotch and smoking dope at the time. William had never been a big drinker. He had made record sales as a furniture salesman that year and had gone up the mountain to celebrate with Howard, William’s closest friend. It was Howard who was the big drinker and smoker. It was Howard who had brought the scotch and dope along. Evidently, the height from which William fell should not have been a fatal height. But he fell the wrong way—at a precise and extremely unlikely angle. The world, Gary thought, must have been working against his father. The sky, the clouds, the rocks—nothing was innocent.
At the funeral, Gary and his mother, Barbara, huddled together at the back of the room. Barbara’s parents were both dead and she had only a few surviving relatives, none of whom were able to attend the services. Barbara wept and said, “Something good is going to happen to us soon. I know it will.” Because they had rarely gone to church, their Presbyterian ...minister—a man whose voice was oddly small in comparison to his bulk—did not recognize them, though he spoke about William as if he had known him pleasantly for years and described him as a humble man of quiet integrity.MoreLess
At the funeral, Gary and his mother, Barbara, huddled together at the back of the room. Barbara’s parents were both dead and she had only a few surviving relatives, none of whom were able to attend the services. Barbara wept and said, “Something good is going to happen to us soon. I know it will.” Because they had rarely gone to church, their Presbyterian ...minister—a man whose voice was oddly small in comparison to his bulk—did not recognize them, though he spoke about William as if he had known him pleasantly for years and described him as a humble man of quiet integrity.MoreLess
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