Epilogue 14

I don't know why I visited the cemetery. It is a horrible, sad place where despair and regret hang heavily, interspersed here and there with a frightening intensity of hatred and anger. Yet I found myself there, drifting towards a familiar place, where Joe was buried, the words "beloved friend' adorning a humble stone. The plot was overgrown with weeds, angering me that my friend would have such an ignominious end. Dust to dust indeed.

"Hello, Aaron."

I spun around. "Joe!"

He grinned. "Yes, old timer. Long time no see."

I threw my arms around him, crying like a child.