Three days after that, the funeral was held, and while riding from the church to the cemetery Ava looked out the widow and noticed that everyone she passed was crying.

"Old people, college students, even the colored men at the gas station-- the soul brothers, or whatever we're supposed to call them now."

It was such an outdated term, I just had to use it myself.

"How did the soul brothers know your father?"

"That's just it," she said. "No one told us until after the burial that Kennedy had been shot. It happened when we were in the church, so that's what everyone was so upset about. The president, not my father.

Auteur: David Sedaris