Inspired by: Ballad for a Friend
Ein pulled the car into a vast southern Maryland plantation. There were dozens of cars already parked by the fields. Mourners from all over the country arrived to pay their respects.
A young kid flagged Ein down, and he parked where directed. Reginald took a deep breath and opened the car door.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“Dressed like that? Of course not.”
Ein watched Reginald walk away through the rearview mirror. A man waited a few cars down. Ein recognized him as Jon Fall, the richest man alive. For a second, their eyes met as Ein watched through the rearview mirror.
Ein felt a bit flustered by the exchange, even though they were so far apart.
Jon Fall extended a hand, and Reginald shook it. They exchanged some words and walked away.
The sound of the rain hitting the windshield lulled Ein to sleep, and before he knew it, the passenger side door opened, and Reginald climbed in.
“How was the service?”
“It was fine, good, I don’t know. Get me out of here immediately. He has some nerve being here, I swear.”
“You’re my driver, not my confidant. Get me home. Now!”