A widower takes comfort from his friend in the cemetery.
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Tamara's life was always overshadowed by the presence of death. Her family had owned the cemetery and funeral home for over a century. The family business had a way of isolating each generation of her family from the community in which they lived. Their town was typical of many Midwestern communities of the era; it had grown rapidly over three decades as it became enmeshed in the suburban sprawl of the city thirty miles away.
Tamara's grandfather had owned several large tracts of land on the outskirts of town. His grandfather had bought up the former farmland back during the Depression, when those farms had been abandoned by families unable to remain solvent. She looked up from the row of headstones to regard their
