![]() ![]() ![]() He was the undertaker, well-groomed and stout, and spoke with a drawl. That might’ve been the intention, though – to make you feel like you were the one about to be buried.īut Rick Crawford seemed right at home. I wasn’t claustrophobic often, but in here, each breath felt itchy and earned. The paintings were the only indication that a world existed outside that place there were windows, but they were the approximate size and shape of a keyhole, and something about the awful baroque pattern on the walls made it seem like they were slowly closing in on you. It was a sickly yellow, leaking on to stiff-looking armchairs and fake potted plants and paintings of places more beautiful than here. Mom was about to protest but seemed to be informed by Dad’s ghost that she should drop it, and walked off alone, the ugly carpet dulling the tap of her stilettos to a thud.Ĭrawford Funeral Home was completely depressing. ![]() Savannah Brown, author of The Truth About Keeping Secrets ![]()
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