to me. My stomach turned and I ran from my mother’s grave and lost the small piece of birthday cake I'd consumed. Violets, all over Mama’s grave. Why not Jasmine, I wondered? They were her favorite. Why did they have to be the flower I saw in my vision? I heard a ringing noise and it roused me from my queries, it was my cell phone. Had I jammed it in my pocket before I left? I had to have. I know I did.

“Rubes,” I said, not even looking at the caller ID.

“I am so glad you answered! What the hell happened?” she demanded.

I felt dazed and my stomach began to turn again. “What?” I asked slowly, my voice sounding tight and far away.

“Where are you?”

I closed my eyes and I let the crystal tears fall. Father said...

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