I guess I should've seen this coming.
If it were up to me, the whole "Mandy" matter would be done by now. Slap on some lipstick, throw on a black suit, and then bam, you've got yourself a funeral.
To be fair, I was warned, several times, about this. My mom has this crazy notion I'll relapse if I'm not prepared.
Maybe she's right.
When they first told me, I was all, "Oh, sure, yeah, that's great." Mandy’s foster parents didn't have enough money to hold the darn thing, so it was up to my mom to organize a funeral for a girl she never really knew.
It's fucking messed up.
