The Inheritance (excerpt)

It rained the day of the funeral. It was as if, in his grandest gesture of self-validation, Gordon Clement reached from beyond the grave to enhance the misery of the crowd. Colleagues, grammar school friends, his eighty-year-old neighbor were all in attendance. Honor stood at a gravesite several rows away, hiding in plain sight. Strangers comforted each other, wrapping themselves in romanticized nostalgia.

Honor wondered how high they could make their altars, just how special he made each one feel when it was their moment with him. She searched the crowd for one other person who had that look in their eyes that would tell her they tasted his vinegar. The only reason she attended the funeral was to see for herself that he went into the grave. She thought she would be the one to die first, and now she was free.

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