The Mourner by Chantel Barton

Richie entered the church, turning his run into a saunter as he made his way down the aisle, bending himself into the corner of a pew. He casually smiled at the middle-aged woman next to him – soliciting from her an unimpressed lift of the eyebrows – then slumped back and made his face as serious as possible.

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