One afternoon, Mae sat across from me at the table, watching me write.
“You’re doing what Arthur did, aren’t you?”
“Trying to,” I said, looking up.
She smiled a little. “I think he’d like that.”
I smiled back. “I hope so.”
A week later, I drove out to a quiet cemetery just outside the city. Carter had given me the location. It took me a few minutes to find the marker with Arthur’s name.
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I stood there for a while. Then I reached into my pocket, pulled out a ten-dollar bill, and placed it gently at the base of the stone.
