When it was over, she waited her turn to go to the coffin. His face was shellacked with foundation. It didn't cover the jaw bruising. She could see his eyes glued shut and his lips....were they sewed shut? It was worse than any horror movie.
This was her first funeral. She wasn't sure what was normal. Despite the changes in him, her cousin didn't look dead. Sit up, please!
She touched his face and barely held back the scream. He was like ice cold stone covered by a layer of felt. Life had left him, no doubt.
It would never be alright. Her uncle threw his arm around her as they left, his eyes drying. Everyone suffered alone even if they suffered for the same reason.
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