Father’s Burial III

CHAPTER 64

STORM

I bit my lips hard in anger and frustration as Curtis chose to sit near me in the almost filled banquet service to eat. What was wrong with this dude? I thought, witholding myself for the upteenth time for lashing at him. This was my father’s burial. I shouldn’t be going berserk over some boy's issues. It will definitely send off the wrong messages to the little crowd in the beautifully decorated hall.

Well, I have to admit that my stepmother had really tried to give my father a decent burial and send off, and if I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought that she had loved him. But I knew better. And I knew that all these were for her self righteous image she was struggling to keep in front of her friends and business partners.

Justin and Lucy, who were sitting two seats away from me, looked at me, pity in their eyes, obviously knowing the amount of anger I was holding in on having Curtis beside me, anger that swallowed up my fear of seeing my step brother, Ma