"See you at the cemetery," Debra said, cradling Lillian as she climbed into the car with Marion.
Jordan noted, "This is probably the most we've ever had shown up."
"Yeah," Debra smiled. "Everyone has been busy. This year is livelier."
Marion held her hand. "You tired? Let Lillian sit by herself. She's old enough."
"I want Daddy to hold me." Lillian tugged at his sleeve.
Debra pinched her nose. "Daddy says sit alone, and you cling to him like a koala."
Marion never said no to his daughter. He took Lillian from Debra's arms with a sigh. "You're in first grade now. You gotta learn to stand on your own. Don't always lean on us."
"But my classmates all like me." Lillian's big eyes sparkled. "They're super nice. I can brush my teeth, wash my face, and dress myself."
Debra laughed, "Aren't you so amazing? Even Solomon can't keep up with you."
"He says that too," Lillian chirped, glancing at Jordan behind the wheel. "Uncle Jordan, am I right?"
"Spot on," Jordan grinned. "You're fantastic."
Lillian's face glowed with pride.
...
At the cemetery, Juan finished tending Jeffery's grave.
"Ow! Don't pinch me." Lillian pouted. "I don't like you. Hmph."
Her words hit Drake like a dart. He glared at Debra. "You taught her that?"
"Nope," Debra said, all innocent. "The kid is sharp. Probably remembers you scaring her when she was younger."
"I wasn't scaring her. I was teaching her to stay sharp."
"By showing her how to shoot a gun?"
"At least, her aim will be as good as mine."

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