Chapter 39
- It is a somber affair.
- My earliest recollection of a funeral is that of my father's and the last one I attended was my own.
- I take Andre's hand immediately he opens the door for me. I lift my head to face the church before us. Few people are awkwardly standing outside. There is a van belonging to one of the top media houses, the moment they spot us, some of the reporters rush towards us, and several photos are snapped.