I'm in This Room, Got Up in the Eaves, Where the Cat Got In?

Two days after meeting angela, i watched covertly the funeral of master chocolateer and business man willhoit mc rael from the of saint florians cemetery in prospect harbor, maine. The man's crypt was a pretty modest one, but its position in the cemetery beside a cliff overlooking the atlantic is striking. When all the mourners, including angela mc crayl, were gone and the sky began to darken, i was surprised to feel a little creeped out by the surroundings. That marble crypt, silent against the backdrop of the icy sea. Even the sky was me, i swear, so bleak my grandmother would have said it looked like old gray