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They stood side by side, each remembering the feisty redhead whose years on earth seemed so short to those who counted their years in decades and centuries. Amanda bent over and deposited a bouquet of multi-colored flowers among the many other bouquets resting there.
“Are you okay?” Amanda stood and took Nick’s arm. He looked at her but didn’t respond. “Are we okay?” she asked.
He paused again. “I won’t take your head. I don’t think Lucy would like that.” He squatted down and put his hand on the earth. “Good bye Lucy,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.” He plucked a single pink rose from those scattered there. With Amanda, he splashed through the puddles to another grave; that of his partner Claudia. He placed the flower on the stone and stood for a moment.
“Although it’s horrible she had to die, I’m glad she brought us back together again,” whispered Amanda. Nick looked at her thoughtfully, but said nothing. Tucking her hand into his arm, they turned away and walked through the light rain back to the car where Bert was waiting.
“What now?” he asked as Nick held the back door for Amanda and got in the front.
“Can’t stay here.” said Nick.
“True,” answered Amanda. “Then again, that exhibit is going to be town soon…”
“No Amanda,” both men said.
“Lucy would have approved,” she pouted.
“Paris?” asked Bert.
“I like Paris,” responded Amanda.
“Works for me,” said Nick, as Bert started the car and steered slowly though the winding paths of the cemetery.
“Amanda?” asked Nick sometime later.
“Yes, Nick?”
“Who is Duncan?”
~The End~
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