Chapter 90. Who Are You?

"I told you I was more stocked than you, Pops!" I uttered as I walked out of the bathroom after slipping on a pair of my father's sweatpants and a T-shirt

"He knew; he just liked to tease!" Rolo replied when my father did not. I sighed, feeling wrong for wearing a dead man's clothes, and not just because they were too tight. I simply couldn't bear to leave him alone and go to get my own... And I wasn't exactly going to sit here in my birthday suit and wait for my Mother!

My eyes caught my parent's large oak-carved bed that Father lay on peacefully. He had had it designed for my Mother on one of their anniversaries. If you looked at the beautiful carvings, you would see that the bed told the story of their union. Pulling my eyes from the craftsmanship to my father with a whimper at how peaceful he looked, it would have almost been like he was sleeping if he didn't smell like rot already, and his body wasn't rigid and stiff.

"Pops.. If you can hear