Reuben nodded, smiling slightly, forcing the demons back down into the dark depths of his soul. No doubt they would be out in force tonight. "A quiet sit-down would do us both a world of good." He agreed, guiding Fabian towards the bench, and, as he too knew, the grave of Lucy Burnbridge. "I'm sure you're uncle will follow us in a moment." He added, to remind himself as well as to stop the boy from wondering. A misplaced hand on the boy's thigh, sitting too close on a spacious bench and everything would be ruined.
"Your uncle wants me to do a special memorial service on your mother's birthday." He said as they walked, glancing from the gravel path to the young, attractive, innocent boy besides him.