Stood up by her forgetful date, Maggie shrugged off the disappointment and drove to the nearby cemetery.
She parked in a section with the fewest signs of recent visitors.
She knew no one here, but she walked slowly, stooping to browse headstones as though looking for a lost friend.
It was the stones crowded by creeping weeds, covered in months of dried mower clippings with only one name inscribed that drew her in for a closer look.
Kneeling, Maggie read each inscription aloud, occasionally tripping over pronunciations, as she pulled weeds and wiped each neglected marker until the marble shined.