After.
Welcome.
The doormat read.
Welcome.
I felt anything but welcome - correction, I felt as welcome as one could be in a funeral home. People buzzed left, and then right. There were three kinds of people here including either, a) The ones getting it over with, decorating, etc. b) The ones crying into each other's arms, and c) me. I was only numb; unable to move from the door frame, in just about everybody's way.
*COMING SOON*
