She was tired of the anecdotes, tired of the 'funny stories', tired of the countless recollections of The Good Times. Above all, she was tired of steeling herself for the benefit of family. Bursting into the bathroom, she swiftly threw the lock and gazed at her sad, sunken reflection in the gold framed mirror over the sink. The levee strained, bulged, and finally broke, silent sobs streaming tears down her sullen cheeks, streaking her mascara and falling from her chin onto her elegant black dress. She wished they all would just shut their well intentioned mouths. Couldn’t they understand that, if he was now in such a better place, where, exactly, did that leave her?
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