Notes

I open my mailbox today and found an invitation to the funeral service from the Williams-Cohen's'.

Not a big surprise though. Everyone at the school is invited to the memorial service in New Chapel. Rumor has it that there will be at least a few hundred packed into the little church across from the very place where it happened.

I was going anyway, so I didn't pay much attention to the stiff, gold-leafed letterhead, but a small note scrawled in tight small letters on the back.

Mr. Lewis

Thank you for the wonderful article on my daughter in your schools paper.

Please join our family and a few close friends at a small gathering at our residence after the service to celebrate Rose's life.

R. Cohen

Directions to the house were scratched onto a slip of paper at the bottom of the envelope.

It was a token, I guess. Less of a kind gesture and more of an obligation of a proper, respected family to keep up appearances.

I pocked the note and sifted through bills, bills, bills and

another note

It was on plain, lined paper...

C.L

Have you been inside?

It was a girls hand, I think... someone who saw me at door the other night maybe?

Maybe it was one of her friends.

Maybe not.

Someone is fucking with me...