THE OBJECT OF LOVE
Chapter One
Through her haze, Lacey barely heard the minister's prayer.
Instead, she scanned the bowed heads, still surprised at
the number of friends Calvin had made in his twenty-one
years. That small consolation did little to ease the ache tearing
her apart. All of the platitudes, the well-wishes, even her
faith rang hollow at her loss.
She couldn't find it inside herself to pray. She was angry-at
God, at life, hell, even at Calvin, who had tempted fate one
too many times and now lay enclosed in the ebony coffin half
lowered in the crypt. She didn't think she would be able to
survive hearing the motorized whirring as the coffin travelled
the last distance, or the sound of the dirt thrown on the burnished
wood. That was her baby in there. It shouldn't be
over, not this soon. Not this way.
Tears blinded her as a tremor shook her body. She fought
hard against a total meltdown; Calvin never liked it when she
made a scene.
"Ah, c'mon, Ma, you're not gonna start with the tears
again," she could hear him saying in her mind.
"No, baby," Lacey whispered to him. "I'm not going to
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