They ate the candy. Seeds fluttered over Carolyn Hope Hearst's grave. Jeremy plucked two handfuls of pecans and pocketed them.
He chose a way out that led past a line of Bloocher graves. He didn't point out the names; he let Harlow discover them.
He noticed a boy and girl watching him, and offered them festivity.
If he spoke to the girl she'd run, so he didn't speak to either. They both looked like. . . well, Bloochers.
So he didn't look up at their mother. She might know him. He watched them eat the festivity, and watched the seeds fall.
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