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emember most about Mr. Arthur. It doesn’t have to be
monumental. It just has to be your memory that you share
with all the people who will come to remember him with
you.”
That, I felt I could do.
“Hi, Ruthie.” Perry and his mother walk up to me while
I stand with Celeste and Frankie. Perry is wearing black
pants that actually fit him, a white shirt, and a narrow black
tie that seems so old-fashioned it probably belonged to his
dad. He looks so sweet I nearly burst into tears.
“How is your mother holding up?” Mrs. Gould asks me.
“She’s okay.”
Mrs. Gould nods, squeezes my arm, and takes a seat in
the second row, leaving me standing between my three best
friends.
“Hey,” Perry says to Celeste and Frankie.
“Hey,” they reply.
Nobody says anything else.
Isn’t it weird, I think, how you can be gone in one second
and still act so jerky while you’re here?
The flutist continues to play. I wonder if my mother is
ever going to come out. At that moment, Aunt Marty
emerges from the house and walks up to the podium. By the
way some neighbors stare and grin, I can tell they are still
starstruck over Martine.
Frankie asks, “Is she going to redecorate your room, too?”
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