Jake Randolph in "The Naked Beat" Pt. 142

I turned on my heel and went back and sat down beside Rebecca. She squeezed my hand. I squeezed hers back. That was all we needed to say.

The motley crew of Beatniks took up the first three rows of pews on the other side of the aisle. I didn't necessarily like them being there, but at least it looked like a proper turnout now.

The organist looked at me as if to ask if she could stop playing now, so I smiled, giving her a wink and she smiled back as she brought the sad dirge to its conclusion...