Jerry was raking leaves when Solomon got there. “We missed you yesterday,” he said leaning on his rake.
“Come on in,” she said as he knocked on her bedroom door.
The room was dark in the late afternoon shadows. She had pulled the shades down already. “It’s so dark in here,” he said, “were you napping?”
Solomon stood beside her, and she looked up at him. “You’ve been crying,” he said touching her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
“Robbie’s got a girlfriend,” she said.
She handed Robbie’s letter to him. It was a short letter. It said that he felt their separation had caused them to grow apart. He’d been seeing a mutual friend, Claire Burton, and he wanted Becky to know that he would understand if she wanted to date that guy that she wrote about sometimes.
She grabbed a coat and followed him outside. “Where are we going?”
“You don’t have to feel like you need to defend my honor,” she said, “when Robbie went off to law school and told me that he didn’t want me to go with him, I knew in my heart that it was over.”
“Solomon, do you ever do abortions?” Becky asked.
Copyright © 2008 by Robbin Renee Bridges
Coping with Grief through Afterlife Communication