Bab 33: Chapter 32- Talk To Me

Presley's point of view;

Another restless night with no sleep. I wish I'd left this bad habit back in high school. I turned again trying to find a comfortable way to lie down. But my thoughts wouldn't let me and Grandmom's funeral was the hardest to get through. If I didn't have to give the eulogy I wouldn't have shown up. A funeral isn't really for the person in the casket it's for us the living and with the strength it takes to go up on the stage in front of all those people I'd of traded places with her in a heartbeat. It didn't make things any better when that lawyer told the rest of my family that all they would be getting is the inheritance to various charities Grandmom supported.