On the main street, as we were walking with the hearse from our friend's home to the church with at least fifty other people, I saw a mouse scurry through the crowd, dodging feet, down the street. Seeing a mouse in the street in the middle of the day is strange enough, but the thing is that this man's mote, nickname, in town was raton (mouse).
Coincidence?
I don't think so. Angelines commented that it was his spirit running away.
I agree.
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