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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What an amazing friend we had in Justin. After my less than spectacular driving lesson, Justin drove us home and proceeded to a local detailing shop with the vomit-splashed Packard. He promised the professional cleaners would have the old car's interior better than new and smelling like a rose in no time. Healy and I went up to the apartment intent on changing out of our vomit-spattered clothes, cleaning up and maybe having a nap. We talked about the possibility of going out to a local pub for dinner. What we found waiting for us upstairs quickly changed those plans.
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My heart sank when we came upon the mess at the top of the carpeted stairs. The wallpaper that had adorned the hallways since I was a little girl was ripped apart or torn off the plaster walls. Pieces of carpeting were pulled up and heaped in piles so we had to step over it here and there to get to our apartment. Holes were punched into the hundred-year-old lathe every ten feet. My biggest concern was whether or not the intruder was still in the building. I quietly put my hand on Healy's shoulder, stopping his advance to the apartment door. He shook his head and was adamant if anybody was still upstairs, there was going to be a confrontation. He took a stealthy position in the apartment doorway.
"Hey, asshole! Come out and face us," he bellowed.
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After a few seconds, he repeated the command. Healy's bravado went unanswered. Slowly and carefully, we stepped through the doorway. If I'd had any more food in my churning stomach, I'd probably have lost it at the sign of the devastation in front of us. Every stick of furniture, every piece of art in the living room had been turned over or smashed. The contents of the kitchen cupboards were on the floor, glass jars shattered, boxes shredded open and metal cans hurled against the walls. The refrigerator was toppled over and the oven door was off its hinges. It appeared he'd used the heavy oven door as a kind of battering ram to smash against the counter surfaces and cupboard doors. He'd scattered the mementos from Mitch's shrine and shattered his lamp of knowledge. The result was on par with tornado damage.
