Marge watched Dave as he watched the US slip by.
Tammy had died instantly and Bill left in a wheelchair. The gang gathered from the corners of the globe to pay their respects.
Just the gang sat with Bill after the wake, not speaking a word.
But Dave brought up camping in Oregon.
“Tammy helped me when I fell. She said she will always have my back.”
“Let’s go for a walk.”
Marge smiled at the memory, a tear in her eye.
How they had laughed as they showed Bill they still had his, and each other’s, back!
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