The Funeral (a short story)

In the picture that I have stuck between the pages of the Tao Teh Ching Jennifer is wearing her glasses with thick black plastic frames proudly as a testament to her geekdom. Whenever I think of her, I always think of her with those same thick black frames around her eyes.

It had been almost a year since I saw her last. Still, I could have spotted her anywhere. She didn’t have the long brown hair that went straight down anymore. Her hair was cut short. She hadn’t grown, though—she was still a shrimp, and she still wore those same dorky glasses she’d always worn.

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