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　　The limo pulls into the parking lot of St. Andrew's Church and the lot seems empty. The only car there is the hearse that will be transporting Mr Kristofferson to the cemetery after we have the funeral.

　　Chad steps out of the car first and he holds his hand out for me take, which I do. Standing next to him he says. "I can't believe my family aren't here yet. First they don't help us with organising it and then they can't be here on time."

　　I place my hand on his face. "Don't worry about them. Your father knows who his true family was and if they don't...