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It\u2019d been a warm, sunny spring afternoon. The grass in the cemetery was green, the roses and lavender in the wreaths fragrant. Iqbal\u2019s funeral had been a quiet affair, all things considered. Our circle was getting too old for the type of soap opera drama that had marked our younger years. We\u2019d lived for enough decades that my friends and I had settled into some kind of rhythm, had dared to allow some of our sharp edges to be burnished smooth. So by the time of Iqbal\u2019s funeral, Grey had long since given up staging drunken screaming matches in parking lots with J\xe9sus. | Copyright 2018 by Nalo Hopkinson. Narrated by Nalo Hopkinson.\nLearn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices