Keith needed to speak to Greg. Bobby was more animated yesterday than he was this morning. He was horribly unhappy but inside he was still Bobby, today, Keith wasn’t sure.
The doorbell rang at eight. Greg, Cisco, Jake, and Davey were on his doorstep. He took their coats. “The internment isn’t until ten. We’ll say a short prayer at the mortuary and then caravan to the cemetery. There we’ll have the burial service. I told Edith that I didn’t want Bobby to have to throw dirt on their coffins. So after the prayer and the eulogy, the burial will conclude.”
“I brought a shot of Lorazepam with me—that will calm him enough to get through the service. I’ll give him the Lorazepam for today, and he should take Wellbutrin twice a day at least until he sees me on Tuesday.”
“Jason picked up the Wellbutrin last night, and Bobby took it before he went to sleep.” Keith told Greg.