"Well . . I . . . did what I thought was best for
you, Annie. I'm sorry," he said remorsefully. "Let's put it behind us, Drake, and do what
we've come here to do," I said firmly.
"Yes. Of course." One of the undertakers
signaled him. "I'll talk to you later."
He went back to the hearse. I looked
everywhere for Troy but I didn't see him. Where was
he?
My question was answered after the line of cars
pulled away from the house and wound its way to the
family cemetery. He was already there, saying his
private good-bye. He came directly to our car as soon
as we arrived. His dark, melancholy eyes brightened
when he saw me.
Now that he was dressed in a black suit and tie,
was able to see the resemblances between him and
Tony more clearly. However, where Tony's eyes had
been bright and excited by his confusion and sadness,
Troy's were calm.
"Hello, Annie. Was the trip all right?" "Yes, Troy. Troy, this is Luke."
"Oh yes." They shook hands. I saw from the
way they looked into each other's eyes that they liked
each other instantly, and that warmed my heart. When
opened my door, they both rushed to help me, but
Luke got there first. Troy stepped back and watched
him help me out of the car.
"Just a cane now. That's good," Troy said when
Luke handed it to me. "How much of a difference
tender loving care can make."
Luke, Troy, and I moved to the front of the