By now, the gravediggers were waiting for the family to leave so that they could lower the casket into the dark lonely dungeon in the ground. She sat in her black Mercedes truck for a long time. It was filled with memorabilia—the many things that she had accumulated while living in New Jersey for the last four years. She was on her way back to Atlanta, but she just couldn’t force herself to leave, right then. She thought about the first day she and Butter met. She smiled to herself, as her thoughts drifted back down memory lane.