We started into the little chapel for the memorial service before the actual burial, and as I looked back I saw Mongo getting out of his Thunderbird and starting up the path to the chapel.
"Hey, Jake," he said sheepishly. I think he still felt bad for not giving me more info about Blaze than he did.
"Hello, Mongo. Glad you could make it."
We walked through the double doors of the chapel in silence. I went to the pew where Jeffrey and Rebecca were already seated. Mongo sat right behind us.
It was a pitiful turnout for poor Blaze...
Neville Hunt almost 8 years ago
More like the extinguishing of a candle flame than going out in a blaze of glory.
Christopher almost 8 years ago
That's a great way to describe it, Neville.
Wow! High praise from the Drabble Meister! Thanks so much, Drew!