Miriam sulked around the cemetery. Her friends, ever the rebels, were running around the cemetery, making a mess of the tombstones, laughing about the dead.
“Look at her last words,” Jenna laughed, her dyed hair flung back as she giggled, “‘if you jump, I’ll jump.’ And then here’s her husband’s ’Emily, wait for me.’” She read farther on the grave, “They both died by jumping in jellyfish infested...
