He pulled back. Wiped his face. Straightened his shirt. Looked at me one more time with those red eyes and said, “Tell the motorcycle guy if he hurts you I know how to make a body disappear.”
That's only something a truly loving relative would say. Eric is just as amazing, understanding and loving as his mother, I love it, and the funny thing is that I take Eric at his word. I believe him. He does work at a funeral home after all.