Chapter 3
“He wasn’t evil,” Cole blurted. “He was…an asshole, yeah, but…at least he never killed someone or anything.”
Daniel shifted himself, drumming his fingers on Cole’s waist. “From what you’ve told me of him, he does sound like the kind of person who would get drunk with his buddies and beat a guy to death in an alley out of bigotry.”
Cole took a breath to argue, but Daniel had a point. “I am ninety-nine point nine percent sure he voted for Trump.”
“I assumed that too, yeah.” Daniel sighed through his nose. “We don’t have to go to the funeral. Maybe all it would do is bring back bad memories. Especially if everyone else was only talking about why they miss him. But who knows? Maybe he was so mean to everyone that they’ll gather to talk about why they’re glad he’s gone.”