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Allison hardly noticed the dark clouds piled up to the west, marching forward with silent deliberation over the Washington DC skyline. A cold breeze kicked up dried leaves and sent them spinning among the gravestones. The trees still held half their leaves, clinging to the hope of a few more days of warmth, but even these were being ripped away whenever the wind gusted.
She wandered through the cemetery with her wool trench coat pulled tight around her, the Louisiana heat a distant memory. The wind numbed her ears and she wished she’d accepted the knit hat her dad had offered her on the way out of the car, but it wasn’t bad enough to make her turn back. The car was parked some distance away even though there was an access road that led right next to the grave she was there to visit. Her dad sat in the car’s passenger seat, there for company, aware enough to know she needed this time alone.
And that’s why she walked through the headstones alone, carefully reading the names of strangers chiseled in stone as if she might discover among them someone she knew. She wanted the time to herself. And she wanted to put off the upcoming visit as long as she could.