The Memory Painter

“That’s horrible. How did they die? Car accident?” Bryan cringed inside but he knew he couldn’t stop now.

“No, no. Terrible accident at work, some kind of gas explosion. I don’t know the details. It’s still hard to believe they’re gone.”

“How come you’ve never talked about them before?”

“It’s complicated. Your mother knew them too.”

Damn right it’s complicated, he thought. But Bryan held back.

“I still have their things in storage at the restaurant. Guess it’s about time to get rid of it all.”