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Living Space Chapter 1 (incomplete)

The room filled with the sound of shattering glass. Bridgette swung the hammer again and again, shattering the row of daffodil filled vases with systematic furor. Doug stood to the side holding little Kimmy. Both of them witnessed the destruction before them with somber intensity. Even the funeral director standing in the door to the sanctuary was quiet and pensive, unwilling to interrupt the display.

Bridgette reached the last vase and threw the hammer through it so that the hammer hit the wall behind as the ceramic, flowers, and water exploded into a glittering nova. She was panting heavily as she turned to Doug and their child.

"Feel better?" Doug asked.

Bridgette nodded. The front of her black dress was soaked and her makeup was smeared from the crying jag that preceded the attack on the flowers. She pushed past him without further discussion and went on into the sanctuary.

"We'll pay for that." Doug mumbled to the funeral director, as he followed Bridgette.

The funeral director just nodded and closed the door behind them.

Inside the large room, most of the eyes were fixed on the new entrants. There could be no doubt that the goings on in the lobby had echoed clearly in here.

Bridgette ignored them all, moving to the front pew like a ship sailing deliberately through a thick fog. Doug and Kimmy followed timidly behind.

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