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The woman nods solemnly as she records Ally’s preferences, the paper she’d been filling out almost completed. “Of course. We have a beautiful selection in the showing room, once we get the rest of this taken care of, I can take you to see them and we can get one ordered.” She folds her hands on her desk again as she looks to Ally once more. “That sounds lovely, we can have our florist mock something up as soon as possible.”

Larry felt his head spinning and he didn’t know quite what to say to the woman who was in charge of putting his son in the ground. He clears his throat and glances at Ally as the woman stands. Larry follows suit and takes Ally’s hand, his fingers closing around hers in a vice. He knew he was trembling and his hands were clammy, but he didn’t much care at this point. He needed her touch and comfort.

       Ally nods, her eyes never once meeting the woman’s as she clears her throat. “Okay,” she states, before standing with Larry, the grip on her hand remaining tight as if to not only ground herself, but him too. Every moment of this was torture. Then again, none of it was meant to be easy. She knew that the woman clearly had dealt with these sorts of arrangements for quite some time, considering how little it all seemed to faze her. 

The blonde follows the woman out of the office, while leaning against Larry as she stares straight ahead, completely refusing to let her eyes deviate. Hell, she’d already lost it once, and another downward spiral wasn’t something she wanted experience at the moment. “… we’re almost done … I hope.” She whispers to him, while brushing the pad of her thumb lightly along the side of Larry’s hand.