The Retired Gardener
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counsellor to her, I had been her father at her wedding, as her father would have, if he had acknowledged her as his daughter.
She was like the daughter I never had.
But why visit the dead? I think I should go to Henry's wedding. He is still alive.
I had a very quiet stay at their house. The wedding was how it should be. And I was happy for them, and sad.
10.
There had been a bomb in the coffin, not her body. Everyone was dead. Why was so many dying just because of one man?
They won't stop, never.
If I was him, I would give myself in, I would simply deny the will and tell them that I didn't want any of it and that they could have it. Yes, I'd do that, if I was him. If I was him.
If I was him.
If I was him.
If I was him.
11.
I finally got time to open that parcel. I love opening parcels. The one I had received on an ancient Friday. It seemed like years.
Smelled like perfume it did.
It was rather light.
Such a dreary sight.
The brown paper was wrinkled.
The string was shrivelled.
Inside was a box.
A wooden box.
With a sliding lid.
My hands trembled.
I close my eyes and slide it open.