Edward faced him looking east
Ohman . .
he didnt have any idea what was
over his shoulder but Edwards expression compelled himhe had to look
Ohman he echoed
they looked out through the train
window
That is a very old cemetery.
It certainly is
the headstones were tall some graves seemed welltended despite the thatch
of brown grass scattered here and there polkadotted
were vibrant coloured flowers too
vibrant to be freshcut likely artificial
he didnt see visitors or mourners
How old is it do you think?
looking across the 101 he was familiar with stretches of
it he caught a glimpse of storefronts saw the tripod walking eye water tower Gonzales painted on its side
This is
Gonzales Push came to shove Id guess it was foundedits existence was tied to the
railroad depot ranchland cattle other
livestock agriculture Eighties Maybe earlier
Cemeterys better than a hunred years old
it was gone passed
he turned back to Edward
Yasaw it was
fenced in
I did, yes.
To keep dogs coyotes out
Out?
Hellyah ya don want them in the graveyard digging up
old bones nawh do ya
Edward was Chinese his halting
blink over the muslincoloured beige Trump virus mask was something to behold
Are you kidding me?
Think it was built to keep the
dead in
Anticipating the Zombie
apocalypse
Chinese eyes he didnt think they opened that wide
You’re teasing me?
Cemeteries in Ottawa fenced in he learned during their ride from
San Jose Didiron Station that was where Edward was raised after his family
immigrated from Taiwan
I do not know, I’ve never been, we
have no family in Canada.
Theyre walled in in Chicago Got tons of family inside
Ya know Catholic
too
wideeyed
he couldnt keep looking
at Edward was going to lose his shit
casually he turned his gaze
through the window again
saw a handpainted sign on a rusted old flatbed truck
CA$H FOR COFFIN
couldnt have seen that right
blinked
looked Ah that was better
CA$H FOR PALLETS
he was going to have to visit the
cemetery
had seen the exit sign 310
not a quarter mile off the 101
1342, Twosday,
5 4. 22
1239, Easter Sunday, 17 4.
22
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