Chapter 74 Not Thr Bad Guy

• Ignoring the voices and chatters was impossible. People were flooding in and out quietly. Dropping their flowers and saying their prayers for a deceased Vince.
• Father organized a little wake for Vince.
• I was sitting in one of the pews at a corner of the hall. Away from the attention. Away from the greetings. Away from the suffocating formality that I was supposed to carry out as a Luna. Aunt Vanessa was filling in for me. Doing both her duties and mine.