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Blog #2 - Just Smile

ClaraJean made her way down the Keller Boulevard, presenting a fake smile to all the people passing by. Many of the townspeople carried themselves wistfully down the side-walk and gave ClaraJean a forced smile in return. She knew that people were still shocked and mournful about Mr. Evans death, and while she wanted to comfort them, she couldn't bare to talk about death after her husband. She just continued walked. Her short gray hair was peeking out of the bottom of her hat, and her veiny hands stuffed in the pockets of her old, oversized jacket.
She crossed the intersection of Keller Boulevard and Oakst Street and saw Lamar walking out of Larry's Gym - his hair matted to his head with sweat. He saw her and waved his hand in the air, screaming "Why if it isn't ClaraJean!" She greeted him and gave him a quick motherly hug, hoping she could be on her way before he started asking about Mr.Evans, as he always did. She gradually resumed her walk to the asylum but Lamar began walking beside her, in the opposite direction of the Maitland.
"So, ClaraJean have you heard in news about Mr.Ev...", Lamar began to recite, until he was interrupted by the roaring sound of a guitar. Conrad was practicing by the pool for his concert tonight. ClaraJean stopped walking and stood by the pool listening to the calmness and comfort of Conrad's voice, completely blocking Lamar out. She loved listening to him sing, even-though she hadn't been to his concert's since her husband dies, and was definitely not goin to the one tonight.
She continued listening to Conrad sing until she heard, "I used to care of ghosts and spirits, but things have changed" sprawl out of the microphone.
This lyric resonated in her head for a couple of seconds. She thought that when her husband passed that he would still be with her, not physically, but spiritually. She waited for some sort of sign that he was watching, that he was smiling at her from above, hat he was protecting her. But that never happened. All he left for her was their son.

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