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Chapter 10: A Family Reunion
Sarah and I were not afraid of spooky cemeteries. We dared each other, when we were younger, to walk into abandoned mausoleums all alone. We even went to a cemetery for Halloween to search for the undead. Sarah looked at me and smirked.
“You know, he’s the second one to warn us about this cemetery. Are you afraid?” she teased.
“No, never.” I saw my Dad pull up in his GMC Yukon. “Come on. Let’s go say hello to everyone.”
We had arrived about thirty minutes early, but help was needed with setting up the food.
“Hey Dad!”
“Wayne! I’m so glad you could make it. I know Dad is looking down, wishing he could be in our presence.”
My father reached in for a hug from Sarah.
“My condolences, Mr. White.”
“You’ve always been by Wayne’s side, even through the thick and thin. Thank you for being here. It means so much to the both of us.”
My father had never suspected the infatuation that I had for Sarah. Lord, he would probably be buried right beside Grandfather if he knew what we just did in the limo.
“Here, help me with some of this food. Michelle made a peach cobbler.” My dad motioned to the back of the Yukon.
“Wow! That is a lot of food!” Sarah exclaimed. “Is there a table inside?”
“No. We are going to pass tubs of potato salad around during the memorial and eat from our laps,” my dad teased.
We gathered all the items and took them inside, where an usher handed us a map.
“The body will leave the funeral home after the memorial service, and will be interred on the spot on the map. You will have time to eat before the body is lowered.”
“What time?” I asked.
“7:30 p.m. This will allow time for the service and to eat, seeing as everything is being set up now.”
“And the clean up?” Sarah motioned to the several dishes.
“Our staff will have these cleaned by the time you arrive back here. Keep in mind, you must pass the funeral home to exit the cemetery.”
“Shall we?” I nodded to the seats in the second row, as more guests arrived. My father took a seat in the front row, with my aunt and two uncles. I turned and looked around. Full house. Sarah crossed her ankles, a small sign of her insecurity with cramped places.
“When did you get that?” I pointed to a small arrowhead tattoo on the inside of her right ankle.
“After I lost all the baby weight I gained from having McKenna.”
The service began, but my mind soon lost focus. All I could think about was getting back to the hotel room to become one with Sarah. The passion that I would flow into her would be unknown to her senses. I had been celibate for two years now, as my long term girlfriend had left me after discovering my porn addiction. She could not move past the notion that I needed additional pleasures, of which she could not provide. Once she left, though, I decided to tackle my demons.
Sarah must have seen my inward affliction, as she moved her hand to my inner thigh to conceal my bulge. “Soon...” she whispered.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please bow your heads as we pray over this congregation,” the Pastor asked. I bowed my head, but my mind could not focus on the prayer. It was as if there was a steel lining above my head that prevented my prayers from ascending to Heaven. I was fixated on worshipping the queen next to me. For her enjoyment or mine? Who cares?
“Please find your way to our reception hall and we will celebrate Brother White’s life. The burial will begin at 7:30 p.m., and will take no more than fifteen minutes for those of you wishing to pay your last respects.”
The steak from earlier still sat heavy on my stomach, but I proceeded to make a small plate of food.
“Wayne, you’re eating light. Don’t be so bashful,” my Aunt Marie teased as she approached.
“Good to see you, too,” I lied behind these false eyes. Aunt Marie used to force me to eat all the food on my plate before I could go play with the other cousins. I was chubby back then, but only bullied by her. I was not too sure if she got joy out of seeing me stuff my face or it is was a form of punishment, but I never cared for her. “Actually, I ate at a five-star restaurant earlier and had the best steak money could buy.” I hated flaunting my money, as I never wanted to be perceived as vain. However, I was glad to shoot her down with such exquisite tastes.
“Well, I’m glad to see you’ve thinned out. We wouldn’t want another death in the family.”
My eyes glared. You fucking cunt-breath, twat-waffle. “Yeah, it helps to have a personal trainer. The bachelor life requires a lot of me. I’m happy with all the things I’ve accomplished.”
I quickly turned to see my father at the lemonade dispenser. “I managed to find your sister. She still seems to be a pleasant person.”
My dad shot me a sideways glance. “Oh Wayne. Let it be.”
A man of few words. “It’s getting close to burial time,” I mentioned.
“Yes, I’ll be heading there soon.”
“Hey you!” Sarah loudly announced behind me. I turned on my heels as she approached.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“Are we going to get a head start? We do not have a vehicle, you know?”
“Yes. I’m just saying goodbye to a few people. Let’s head out. Dad, we will see you at the grave in a few.”
“If you will wait, I can give you two a ride. Aunt Marie will be in the car, too.”
“Hmm...I think we will pass,” I replied.
Sarah and I made our way out of the reception hall.
“Shall we?” I stuck my arm out so Sarah could grab on.
“We shall.”
“Very well. Please do not break an ankle on this loose gravel. It looks like a long walk.” I pointed to the cross-like intersection towards the back-left corner, near a train track.
“I will hold on for dear life,” she chuckled.
Chapter 11: The Scenic Route
“Do you think we will pass Confederate Circle?”
I unfolded the map. “It looks like we will pass it on the right, but we will not be in close proximity to it. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve heard of Confederate hauntings in that specific area. It has been told that the Johnny Rebs buried there lurk the area. Legend has it their spirits seek to find the Union soldiers that murdered and raped their wives and children. However, during Reconstruction, a Catholic priest became lost in the nearby woods that separate Calvary Cemetery from Mount Olivet. When he arrived at what he thought was ‘Priest’s Circle’, he felt a certain uneasiness about the area and immediately prayed to keep any unseen demon at bay. His prayer is said to have imprisoned the Confederate spirits to the fenced area that surrounds the obelisk.”
“Wow! I did not know that the Union soldiers committed such an atrocity,” I replied, motioning to a split in the path. “If we go right, we can make our way to the Circle. But it looks like Memorial Hall is just right here.” I pointed to the large white structure to the right.
“Let’s do the memorial since it is right here. There is no sense in going out of our way when we are on a mission.”
We made our way to the large Memorial Hall, whose gates were still wide open. A large sign in the gate read, “Closed to the public at 7:30 p.m.”
“Better make it quick. There is no telling what spirits may lurk in here, Sarah.”
“We’ve got fifteen minutes,” Sarah exclaimed, as she tugged at my hand.
This memorial felt different. It felt cumbersome with despair. I felt the weight of a soldier’s life bear down on my shoulders. Sarah felt it too, as her face was awe stricken with grief. The inside was not a deep vault, as the outside perceived, but rather a shallow tunnel with panels respecting notable Confederate privates.
“Wow! This is truly remarkable!”
“Yes, but let’s head out to your grandfather’s burial.”
We hit the gravel road and it wasn’t long before Sarah piped up again.
“You’ve heard of Sherman’s March, right?”
“Yeah, I’m not dumb.”
“I never said you were, Wayne. General Sherman used a total war tactic to burn and pillage Savannah, GA. The Union officers hid and fed off the lands. Those soldiers who truly were ruthless found themselves raping and killing women and children once the land became useless. Mind you, there are stories up North of Confederate soldiers doing the same to the families of Union soldiers. Evil does not take sides.”
“I never knew you were such a history buff!”
“Usually, I am not. However, when you live around historical places, it’s hard not to pay attention.”
We had made our way off the beaten path and made a diagonal bee-line path towards the Southeast corner.
“Some of these graves are beautiful,” Sarah stated as she dodged a headstone.
“Yeah, I’m sure people are just dying to get here.”
“How original, Wayne! Do you think we are close? The heels on these sandals are starting to kill me.”
“Section 35 is just over here.”
We passed a sign announcing the Masonic Garden, and soon we saw the hearse and a small number of family members standing around the casket. To my knowledge, this was to be a quick burial, as this part was reserved for family only.
“Wayne! Sarah! Come on now!” My father hurriedly waved us to rush over. “Where were you two?”
I glanced at my watch. “Dad, it’s 7:25 p.m. It’s all good. We stopped to look at a memorial.”
He slapped me across the back of head. “Boy, this is more important than a memorial.” My father glanced at the preacher. “Please, let’s proceed.”
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