The air left my chest.
Daniel sat down.
Theo looked toward us.
“I told him to shut up.”
His eyes filled.
“I was mad at him for even saying it.”
Then he laughed through his tears.
“I told him, ‘I’ll speak at your funeral when you show up to mine wearing a dress.'”
Several people smiled.
I didn’t.
I already knew where this was going.
Theo continued.
“Jack said, ‘Fine. Then you have to wear one to mine.'”
Theo looked down at the red fabric.
“I told him absolutely not.”
He paused.
“Then he said red.”
My hands began shaking.
“Specifically red. Because he said black makes me look like an undertaker.”
Someone behind me laughed and immediately started crying.
Theo’s voice weakened.
“I told him there wasn’t going to be a funeral.”
He stopped again.
This time he couldn’t hide the tears.
