nothing, about baseball, about who’d done what stupid thing at the station, even when David couldn’t answer anymore.
And the others came too. Big guys in uniform, filling up my living room, bringing food, mowing the lawn, fixing the gutter that had been leaking for two years. My house was full of blue for months.
At the funeral, there were over two hundred officers. Some from other towns, some from other states. They lined the road to the cemetery. They played the bagpipes. They folded the flag into a tight
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