It was my first time flying business class. The trim flight attendant escorted me to my aisle seat, and I settled in. Sitting by the window was a tall man. He had a mass of dark curly hair that fell down to his collar. His thin face was embellished with a moustache. His eyes were…

His Brother-In-Law didn’t offer to help me, so I lugged the box in from the road as he drove away. I opened the door like a crab and shouldered into the kitchen. I put the urn on the table, then pulled out the left-over cold cuts, pigs-in-a-blanket, a Tupperware full of Italian sausage in red…