My feet got tangled in the sheets again, this time during our friend's funeral, as I frantically apologized to his mother for my misstep.
She stared at me, expression unreadable beneath her sunglasses.
In the dimly lit church, my awkwardness drowned out the sounds of sobbing and eulogies.
My attempt to adjust my tie accidentally knocked over the flowers on the casket.
The funeral home's awkward silence was a match for mine, a symphony of discomfort as I tripped backward out the doors and down the stairs.
It wasn't until we got to the car that my friend's father whispered, "We don't blame you."
She stared at me, expression unreadable beneath her sunglasses.
In the dimly lit church, my awkwardness drowned out the sounds of sobbing and eulogies.
My attempt to adjust my tie accidentally knocked over the flowers on the casket.
The funeral home's awkward silence was a match for mine, a symphony of discomfort as I tripped backward out the doors and down the stairs.
It wasn't until we got to the car that my friend's father whispered, "We don't blame you."
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