Chapter 25
It was morning in Tambry's bedroom. But who cares. She felt drained, not rested after crying all night.
She rolled over and stared at the wall. She had hung up the album cover of Robbie's CD You're Dead!
One side of her lip curled down in disgust as her nosed scrunched up. Jerk! She grabbed it and ripped it from the wall and flung it like a Frisbee across the bedroom to her trashcan, and the bank shot off her computer desk made the shot perfectly into the can with a ping.
Humph. At least I can still Frisbee. Always was the best out of everybody.
She rubbed her eyes, and the Frisbee thought made her think of the graveyard where her and Robbie used to Frisbee. Think I'll go running today. Some exercise and sunshine will make me feel better.
She smiled and swung out of bed, checked her purple highlights in the mirror for bedhead, and grabbing some shiny black running shorts with hot pink trim, a black tube top and hot pink sneakers she went to the bathroom, a little less depressed than when she woke up.
...
Three miles up the road, above the Gravity Falls panorama, a hard breathing, running Tambry topped the rise of the green grassy hilltop of the cemetery. She slowed down and then with hands on her hips she casually walked around in a slow wide circle to catch her breath and rest a little, admiring the clear blue sky and sunshine. This was a great idea. She took off the small backpack with her phone, water bottles, a towel and a red Frisbee inside, and dropped it to the ground and sat her curvy black shorted bottom on the green grass facing the town view below.
Dipper loves mysteries. And I know the graveyard better than anyone. Well except for maybe Robbie. But he's history! I... wonder if Dipper would be interested in the Ives Mausoleum? Or the McLaughlin Tomb with its stained glass window? That looks really spooky from the inside. Or maybe the Cooper Crypt with the creepy statues? Robbie and I made out there once, back when we were happy together. I'm the only one who knows how to get inside any of them. And it's a great place to play Frisbee!
She took a few sips of water, then took out the Frisbee, and flung it towards the tombstones.
It banked off of the first one and then ricocheted off of a second, to land in the lap of a weeping angel crying over a tomb. Tambry smiled. Still got it.
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Monday and Tuesdays were always slow at the shack after the busy touristy weekends, so those were Wendy's days off. Dipper and her planned a picnic and wanted a private place with a beautiful view, and so decided on the cemetery.
On the other side of the cemetery from Tambry the couple stopped in front of the Greene family tombstone that was a large vertical pinnacle of solid granite two stories high, with four headstones at the base. They spread out the yellow blanket ("Yellow so we can spot ants haha!" Wendy had advised him) and placed the basket down in a corner, and just rested for a moment from the walk up the steep road to the top. They sat next to each other and took out some water and quenched their thirst from the hike in the warm sunshine. Then Wendy leaned against Dipper's shoulder with her arm behind him. She turned to him.
"Hard to believe that place down there used to be the most boring place in the world. And now..."
He looked back at her. "And now there is no other place I want to be."
He kissed her briefly, but they kept their noses together, both smiling. She almost whispered.
"I never thought a cemetery could be so romantic."
"It is, when you are in it." And he kissed her again, but this time a lingering, almost greedy kiss, pushing her back onto the blanket. Her arms wrapped around him in loving consent as they tried to break their record for kissing without air...but...he stopped and looked at her smiling.
