No longer able to avoid the
inevitable, Tania slowly
walks over and stands beside George III’s grave. She reads his epitaph and bursts into
tears. “You weren’t around long enough,”
she cries.
Antwain steps outside, heartbroken to
see Tania riddled in grief.
“Baby, let me help you,” he says, not
sure why Tania suddenly feels the need to move George III’s body, so soon after their wedding.
“Oh Antwain!” she cries; fresh tears
sliding down her face onto Antwain’s shoulder.
“I have to do this alone.”
“Why do you have to do it at
all? Why now?” Antwain asks, unaware that Tania has been
secretly seeing and speaking with her dead brother while he’s asleep.
“It’s just something I have to do…for
me. I need to let him go and move on,”
she says trying to convince herself as much as Antwain.
“Well, let me go with you. I’ll help dig his ashes up,” Antwain
offers.
“Antwain, I have to do this alone,” she says, praying that he’ll understand without her explaining.
“Can you at least take someone
with you? Please?” Antwain begs; knowing
that Tania will need someone to lean on at the cemetery,
even if it’s not him.
“OK, I’ll call my mom. She’ll go with me,” Tania says, giving in to
Antwain’s pleas.
Antwain feels much better.
Tanis grabs his hands. “Thank you for always being there for me,” Tania says knowing that he’s trying his best, despite her pushing him away.
“I love you,” Antwain says
earnestly.
Tania closes her eyes to savor each word.
“I love you too,” she says in return.
“OK…I’ll just…I’ll leave you alone to
take care of this,” he says, still not getting why she’s putting herself
through this emotionally draining ordeal.
Tania doesn’t quite get it ether, but
she’s going to trust her mother and grandmother’s instincts.
Tania removes George’s headstone and
digs up his urn filled with his ashes.
She replaces the headstone with a large rock.
Antwain stands nearby as she works,
wishing there was something he could do to ease her pain.
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