There were some thing you couldn't believe until it was right in front of you. This was one of those things. To Keith, he had refused to believe it when somebody told him that his Aunt Helena had died. As much as he knew that nobody joked about those things in his family, he refused to believe it. But today, he watched they lowered the coffin.
It seemed like even the weather wasn't going to give her a break. If anything, Aunt Helena deserved the sun in the sky while she was buried. But no. She was given this dreary, unwelcome weather.
His mother returned to their car. Lucky for Keith, he had an umbrella all to himself. There was something he needed to do before he went back to the car. He walked over to Maria, and used his umbrella to keep the rain from her. Not much he could do about the wind, though.
He was silent the whole time. Maria was his friend, and he couldn't stand to let the rain beat down on her more than this already had.
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