Sowerbutt's Funeral

Lee Gerard stood tall and erect, like the soldier he once was, his hand resting on the Beretta M 1934 in his jacket pocket. “A business friend from long ago, dear. He helped me get started on the farm, that’s all.” His eyes flickered around the old cemetery, a stone’s throw from Mile End Road.
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