Ann Gelder

Gerald lifted his glass and drank from it. 

"Dad's dead," he said. 

"He's dead, all right," said his brother, Jimmy. 

They sat at the bar. The surface was sticky and greasy. 

Gerald set his glass down again. "I suppose we should bury him," he said.

Jimmy put his hand on his glass but did not lift it. "We don't have to do that ourselves," he said. "They have people at the cemetery who do that for you."

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