larrysexypaul

A kind looking older woman emerges from the hallway with smile on her face. “Good morning, how can I help you today?” She asks gently. Having dealt with grieving people for years, Larry assumes, she has mastered the art of the comforting tone in her voice, giving him pause before he responds to her. How many children has she had to arrange funerals for? How many distraught parents does she deal with daily?

Larry looks down at his wife before glancing back toward the woman. “We need to make arrangements for our son.” He says with finality. He can feel his body starting to tremble, wanting more than anything to leave this cold and terrible place. “He’s eleven..” Larry clears his throat and the woman knits her eyebrows in understanding as she motions them forward.

“Follow me,” She leads them back down the hallway from which she’d came and into a much warmer and more comforting office. She takes a seat behind the desk and motions for them to sit in the two chairs on the other side.

       Ally paused, though as Larry leads them forward, all she could do was swallow thickly and take his lead. She would give anything to be doing anything else, though just as she’d said and though many times previous, it was completely out of their hands. The room in which they were lead into was vastly different from the one they’d previously been standing in. This one was warm and had a slight calming vibe to it, whereas the other was void of any sort of warmth. “I can do this… I have to do this.” She murmurs to herself, before taking a seat in one of the chairs. 

With a sigh, she brings one hand up to rub at the back of her neck as she looks upwards to the ceiling. “Our son’s name is Julian Paul,” she states, a tightness resting within her chest as she sucks in a shaky breath, as if in attempts to ground herself. Ally then glances over at Larry, though her eyes were slightly distanced as she chews at her lower lip.