The Great Man’s Procession

The crowd swelled, so she climbed onto the mailbox to see. Flags waved from every window. Men cried openly.

When the dead man’s car slowed, she saw him in the back. There was makeup on his face and his suit didn’t fit right.

He looked a lot like her grandmother.

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