The black car pulls away from the church to the cemetery, following the hearse along the way. Grammie is silent and lost, and my brothers, Frank and Jamie, act strong, but they don't belong on the stage. They aren't very good actors.
I turn my head to the back seats, where I see through their blank, idle faces, and see the tears hidden from the outside. The ones we don't show, because we are a normal family to the public, and we don't show anything but smiles and red cheeks and happiness. That's why I thought Grammie was happiness, but that's not the case anymore.
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