Set against the backdrop of the 2020 Covid-19 outbreak, a young woman, Gravely Eaton, is stuck working at the family funeral home with a father she hates. The world is dying around her, but there seems no escape from her boring life with no friend...
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He walked out of his bathroom, dabbing at his face with a towel. "Oh, you're awake," he said matter-of-factly. He stopped and gave me a fatherly peck on the cheek, then continued to his kitchen.
Father called out over the music. "I made a pot of coffee, and there are English muffins for toasting. I know you like those."
Father set up a cup and saucer for me at the island counter and pointed to the coffee pot. There was a stare from him, half pathetic, half apologetic. I rolled my luggage against the wall near the open door, just in case I had to make a quick exit. The dark roast did smell good, so I sat at the counter and poured myself half a cup. The cream was already there so I drizzled some into the dark brew. Before I knew it, I was crunching into a toasty, buttery, English muffin with just a dab of Smucker's on it – just the way I like it. Father turned the music down so we could talk.
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"How've you been getting along?" he asked.
"Okay," I said tentatively, without making eye contact.
He went, "I missed you."
I didn't respond. He sat down beside me at the counter.
"Notice anything new?" he said. He turned his gaze to the ceiling and tapped his chin. There was an eager innocence to him, like an excited kid, almost.
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