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Colt 22
COLT POV (2 days later)
"How's the baby," I ask my brother before taking a sip of my iced tea.
"Brody is doing great...Shelby is having a rough time, though. I think she has a little bit of the new mommy blues.....but mom and Grammy are helping her. How is Janelle," Curt asks, and I sigh.
"Closing herself off. Planning her mom's funeral is pretty easy since Elaine had everything already organized. The only thing Janelle had to do was purchase another plot in the same cemetery since the one that was originally for Elaine was used for Chanelle. But I can't get her to talk or even play with Heath. She just lays in bed with Dakota," I say while keeping my eyes glued to the little boy wrestling with my dad.
"She needs a good counselor, bro. Maybe ask mom? Or Hailey? Hailey is like a ball of sunshine. And she knows a bunch about living with a grieving person," Curt says, and I grin.
"That's a great idea. I'm
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