Amanda walked towards the shelf.
“These were his favorite books … and his fire truck. He always wanted to be a fireman.”
Amanda went into a trance and caressed the dustless objects on the spotless white shelf.
“He would’ve been twenty-three…”
Finally, Dianne placed her hand on the friend’s shoulder, made her turn, and led them out of the room.
Steve and Bob watched their wives walk along the hallway and into the living room.
“I didn’t know you guys lost a boy.”
“No, we didn’t. Nothing is ever as easy as it looks…”