Chapter 25 - Chapter 24

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"Is there a funeral?" she teased.

"Maybe," my smile fell and I turned to finally see her.  

"Really?" her eyes widened in surprise.

"Where?"

"Not exactly here," I chuckled sadly.

"Thank God. I'm afraid of coffins and corpses," she admitted.

I raised my brow in curiosity.

Her attention went back to the basket of flowers and she excitedly approached it.

"Did you buy this?"

"Nope." I lied.

"That basket was there when I came."

She seemed to really like them and although she believed my lie, I was happy that it made her smile.

"Why are you here?" she suddenly turned to ask and I was forced to hurriedly avert my eyes somewhere else again.

"Oh, that…I just came to visit. This place ease me up," I thought of another lie to spill but in fact it was true.

She took my hand, my hand, and pulled me close to the votive candle rack. She took out a matchbox and some candles from her bag. She gave me one candle and lit her own. It was then my turn to light mine so she gave me the small box.

"Light yours then we'll pray."

I attempted to use it although never in my life had I held something as such. I've got a Zippo that was probably on the car so I just took one stick and stroked it against the side of the box. It didn't light up. Second one broke. Third one did too until it slowly ran out of content.  

Something like that should be too easy to use then why can't I do it?  

She held her stomach in laughter,

"Do it gently."

I tried more gently as she instructed but still failed miserably. She held my hand and helped me lit the stick together,

"Do it like this."

I tried for the last time and finally gave up,

"Why is this thing so difficult to do?"

"Lighting a match takes heartfelt dedication you know," she teased again.

"You're like a kid; can't even light a match."

"Shut up and just pray there," I hissed.

My devilish horns were sprouting yet again.

We spent some time in silence. Her eyes where tightly closed in sincere prayer while I watched and imitated her. I clasped my hands together and closed my eyes like she did. I don't have anything to say to God but confusedly, all the wishes I longed to ask for went to mind.

I was praying, for real.

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