Some bikers were painting my mother’s house pink after she died at 4 a.m., and I didn’t know any of them.Some bikers were painting my mother’s house pink after she died at 4 a.m., and I didn’t know any of them.

up on you.

“She never did it, though,” the first man added. “Said she didn’t want to deal with the hassle.”

“So you decided to do it for her?” I asked.

He shrugged, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Figured she shouldn’t miss out just because she’s not here.”

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