The doorman closed the heavy wooden doors as a man entered the room, protecting him from the cool spring afternoon. The visitor entered alone while his companion waited on the other side, patiently awaiting his arrival. Just past the door, a line of men and women made their way across the back of the room, between the old dark wooden benches on either side of the aisle, and squeezed into the back room. The line slowly crept towards the back of the room and became shorter and shorter. When he finally reached the start of the row of benches, he noticed a small podium a few meters in front of him. A woman and a child stood in front of the man and they signed their names and addresses on a black book on the podium. The little boy asked the mother, “Why do we need to sign our names?” » “They use it. so they know who to send the thank you letters to,” the mother said. “But why would the Hills send thank you letters?” » “To thank the people who came to support them today. » After The woman finishes signing their names and addresses in the book. The doorman picked up the podium and moved it to the back of the room. He took the black book from the podium and placed it in the pocket of his black jacket. The doorman then started walking towards the other end of the line and disappeared into the other room. The little boy looked ahead to see what was happening and said to his mother, “Who is dead?” “It was Miss Alice from down the street,” said the mother. "She died of old age." The man in front of the mother and child turned around and said, "It's a pity what happened to her husband." He stretched out his hand. "My name is Rick." The mother grabbed her... middle of paper ...... walked down the steps and headed towards their cars. Just before they were forced to part ways, they stopped and Martha said, "Goodbye Rick.", It was a pleasure meeting you! You, your wife and I should really get to know each other! » "Sure, I'll see you later!" » Rick said just before turning around and heading towards his old truck. The man at the end of the line walked down the porch and onto the black sidewalk. He sauntered towards the back of the parking lot, approaching his car. His wife stood leaning on the end of the car, waiting for him to exit the building. His wife's hair was cut short enough to barely reach the gray collar of her dress. In her hair, she comfortably hid a purple flower behind her ear. She didn't say a word to him, just smiled, and they got into their Red Dodge Viper Convertible and disappeared into traffic...