"Terry Moore, how many gas cylinders did you release?"
Karen looked at the distant, dusty crematorium and stood up, dusting off her pants.
"Threw them all in."
Terry Moore, holding a peach pit in his hand, said with lingering enjoyment, "Use as many as you have, can't eat the leftovers anyway."
"This time, Fernando Lee probably won't even have ashes left."
Karen chuckled ominously, sitting on the hill and watching the restless crowd below.
"Got any more peaches? Hook a brother up."
Terry Moore licked the peach pit and reluctantly threw it away.
And truth be told, Karen's peaches were especially sweet.
"Stop eating!"
Karen said irritably, "Let's go! Jennifer Lopez is getting married, we're off to the feast."
"Sure!"
Terry Moore patted his stomach and left quickly.
...
In Capital City.
Lopez Family Courtyard!
When they were still five hundred meters from the Lopez family's gateway.
They could already see red balloons and various decorations of celebration.
