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Chapter CCLXXVI: In Which People Cry at Funerals and Forget Insignificant Events
Five teenaged boys sat on the curb tossing stones and handfuls of gravel at the passing traffic, though only one or two specks of dirt actually struck a vehicle and only one or two vehicles actually passed by. The day was particularly warm and everything seemed to have a yellow or orange haze around it. By midday, the dark black car parked across the street, which went, for some reason, without a nick by over an hour’s bombardment of gravel, was the only vehicle until the end of the day.
A man came from the funeral parlour, a black armband round his coat sleeve. He carried with him a closed umbrella and a large suitcase. A small child, dressed in all black, followed very close behind, and entered the back of the vehicle, staring out the tinted window at the young men sweltering in the heat. The man opened the boot of the car and placed the luggage in. He then turned to the young men.