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Grandpa gore. ‘The wind picked up, tuned colder Thasched my shoulder, rbbed my as reget the thnnes of my white shit wished not changed aut of ‘my fneral suit I wished Thought to ring cot tuned my back othe ‘vind and so; loming behind me, the Gothic mn, which neal was no ‘mote Gothic than the Millennium Whel Some clever architect, ome bitof stagecraft Like o mach around here, hough. Trmoed from the stone wll a ell worden beach, Siting, checked _my hae asin, peered up and dowa the garden pt, Wher arth? Apoter gst of wind. Funny, it reminded me of Grand, His wit do smeanou, maybe. Orhit ey sent of moar. I ealled one pare shoot Ing weekend yeas ago, A mate, just tying to male conversion, asked ‘many tines ovr, taped tough mineelis,cudled AIDS patients, con- soled war orphans, aye woking to brag peace to somenne somewhere, ‘nd I knew how desperately she would want~no, did want ~ peace between het boys and between ut wo and Pa. And among the whole fy For mot the Windom had been at war. There had been sf in out ran, of and o, ging bck centres but hi was diferent. This war afl see public upure, and itheatened to become imeparable, So, though Ed flown hore specifically and solely fr Grandpa fame, while thee Td kd fr thi secret meeting with my older brother, Wily and my father to out the ate of thins ‘Tofnds way out ButnoyTeaked ence mort my phone and once more up anddown the fguden path and thought Maybe they've changed their minds. Maybe theyre not gongto come, Fora second {considered gvng up gong fora walkthrough the gt dens by yoelf orheading back tothe hose wher el ny cuss were dike {ng spd caring tories of Grandpa “Then, aa, [aw them. Shoulder to shoulder, siding towards me, they locked gm, almost menacing, More thy Teked tht aligned, My stom ‘ach droped. Nomaly hey be squnbling abot on hing or another, but ow hey peared noc ~ in aga. ‘The thought occured: Hag on, are we meeting fos walk... or adel? Tree from the wonden bench, made teratie tp tward them, ge & ‘weak smile They ddstsmile back. Now my hea eal started thashingin any chest Deep breath, ald myselt Apert fos ft, Twa fein a Kind of hypernarene, and a hagely oe terse vulnerbiiy which TY expeinced a oer key moment ofmy fe ‘Walking behind my mothers coin Going inte bate the fit ime. Giving speech in the mide of pic aac ‘There nasthat ame sense of embarking on a quest and not knowing i was upto il lo lly knowing the there was no turing back. Tat Fe war inthe dls, (OK, Munsy, thought picking up the pace, hee goes, Wish me ack ‘Wemetinthe mide ofthe path, Will? Par Hel Harold Panky tpi We whee, formed alin, set off alang the gael pth ovr he itl i covered one bide "The way we snp flint this snchronows ligament, the way we word Jey asmed the same messured paces and bed heads, ps the neames fore graves how ould anyone nob reminded of Mums ane? told myelfnott think about ta tothink instead abou the pleasing ranch or fc, andthe way our words ew aay like wisps of nok on he wind ‘Being Bish, being Windsor, we begin chang casally about the weather. We compared note aout Grandpa funen. Hed planed tall, Fimel, down othe tiniest deta we reminded each eter wit afl sis. ‘Smalltalk The sale. We touched on al secondary subjets and kept tng fort get tothe primary one, wondering why is taking song {nedale owen exh my ther and brother could appeal locked around, Wed covered afi bi of tain, and were now smackin ‘the mile ofthe Royal Burial Ground, more wp sour ane in beds than Prince Hamlet. Comet thnk oft... dda mye once ako be bared hee? Hous before Fd gone of to war my pte eoretry id I needed o| choose the pe where my remain shouldbe intone. Should the wrt Aap pen Your Roya Highness Being am cet thing ‘There were several options. St George's Chapel? The Roya Vaultat Wind sor here Grandpa was being sted at this moment? ‘No, Td chan this on, beens the gardens were lovely, and beczse it seemed psc ‘Our fet alot on tp of Walls Simpson’ face, Ps launched int i= lecture about this penonage over here, ht royal cousin ove hee ll the nceeminent dukes and duchess, ods and lie, coer ring be- reat the lawn, Allon student of bist, he ad lone of information ‘hare, and pat of me thought we might be thee fr hour and that here right bestest athe end Merely he stopped, and we arid on long the {pa around the edge ofthe lak, arin ata Bautlite patch of to- aie Twas there, as tt we gt dowm to business [red to explain ey side of things wat’ at my bet For artes, Tas stl newous, Shingo kep my emotions in check wilt siving tobe fsoceinet and preie More, I@ vowed att let his encounter dvohe into anther argument. But {quel covered that it wast upto me. Fe and Willy ad ther prs to ply and they come ready for a ght. very tine 1 ventured anew explanation, sated anew ine of thought one or bth of them would cut me of Wily in parla didnt wantto hear anything Aer |e shat me down sere times, he and T began sniping saying sone of the same things wed sid for mons ~ yea, I gts heated that a nied his ands, Enough He stood between us, ooking up our Buh faces Pls, Boye — dol ak fal ya ery, ‘His voie sounded py, fail I sounded, Tin being hones, hoagh shout Gana, Allatonce something shied inside of me, Hacked at Wily, relly ooked shim, maybe rte fstimesnce we were boys Itok tall isi ‘owl, which ha alway bean his defen dealings with me; his laming ‘lds, more advanced than my own; his sous resemblance o Mummy, which wa fading with time. Wik age In some ways he was my mime, some way he was my opposite. My belved brother, my arch nemo hw hed hat happened? "ele mussely ted. wanted ogo home, and I aed wha compli ‘ted concept home had become. Or mayb aways was I gestured atthe dens, the cy boon, the ation, anda: Wilh thir ws suposed Be ou ham We wee going te hr the st of cur Bie Yeu if Hara Yeoh ou row wy. dont Ya dente honey dent "eaned back. could believe what Iwas heating, Iwas on thing 0 sages about who wav at aut or how things might have ben diferent, bt foc him t lai total gnorance ofthe retons Fed the land af my ith =the land fo which Tfought and been read to de ~my Mother Couey ‘Tha eaght phrase. To claim no knowledge of why my wife an {ook the

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