THIRTY SEVEN

“Hey honey,” Ashley squeaked in her child-like high voice, wrapping her hands around Nicholas’ arm and tiptoeing to kiss him on his cheek. “What’s wrong?” She asked, rubbing his arm.

Nicholas sighed in exasperation. “Oh God, Ashley!” He has been trying to wave off her advances since the beginning since the beginning of the day but she had been proving stubborn. “We at someone’s funeral, for Christ sake!”

“So?” She asked, shrugging her shoulders indifferently. “It’s not like we knew him anyway. At least, I didn’t know him, so why should I care?”

Nicholas stared at her, surprised. Was she always this cold-hearted and he was just blind to it because of love? Or was this just a new behavior of hers? “Ash, show some sympathy! And of you don’t care, why are you even here?”

“Because,