Traditions. Dave liked to uphold them. Things weren’t the same since the hubby died. That old devil called cancer. They used to come here. Dave would cook up his beef sausages and veggie ones for Sam. Sam was the moralist. Though he used to take the piss it was one of the many things he loved about him. There was two chairs, Sam carving his Celtic designs on the tree. Always trying put some culture into Dave. Never worked.
Dave came to think of Sam and to try to get over the stages of grief for the first time alone.
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