«We Could be Heroes»

A shriek went up from the mourners. As Noel glanced up from her sobbing, a woman rushed toward her. "Leona!" She said.
"Mommy!" The child's voice was half muffled as the woman wrapped her arms around her, her black trenchcoat enveloping them both. Crying. Laughter. The sound of their clothes wrustling together.
At last they pulled away. Mascara streaking the woman's face, tears and their respective snot streaking the child's. "Where did you come from?"

Rex stared. Was that Noel - I mean Leona 's mom? He didn't know whether to be happy, or sad. She was the only child he liked. Instead he forced a quick smile at the mom. He couldn't take it. Rex turned and left the funeral.
"I'm going for a quick walk." He mumbled, walking away. His legs ached, but he had to get out of there.
 
Tom grabbed a fist of hair through his hat. Of course. Of course it went like this. Nothing good ever happens to him. He should have just stayed in his dumpster. Heck, he should have stayed in Brooklyn. The pastries that the nice horse-girl had given him crossed his mind. She had said something about a hero initiative. Were these... them?
 
Rex stared. Was that Noel - I mean Leona 's mom? He didn't know whether to be happy, or sad. She was the only child he liked. Instead he forced a quick smile at the mom. He couldn't take it. Rex turned and left the funeral.
"I'm going for a quick walk." He mumbled, walking away. His legs ached, but he had to get out of there.
(Because Aubrey just isn't enough for him....)
 
The woman stood slowly, her hand never leaving Noel's- now Leona's head. Her face was like stone. Her temples jumped as she ground her teeth, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, as if trying to contain herself. "Go." She growled.
 

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