That Funeral Buried Me

When I was being intimate with my fiancée, Freda, she held me close but moaned another man's name. I dug up the photos of the two of them in bed and threw them in his face, demanding to know why he'd crawled into Freda's bed. Ignoring my mother trying to stop me, I slapped him three times across the face. He wept and said, "Brother, will you only be satisfied if I'm dead?" The next day, I got a photo of him covered in blood.