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take a second to put it back where it belonged.
    “Hold up!” I didn’t wait to see if they heard, knowing they wouldn’t get too far ahead of me even if they hadn’t. I jogged as carefully as I could in high heels on the grass over to the grave. It should have taken me all of two seconds to retrieve the bag and put it back on the grave marker. It would have too, if it weren’t for the big black print that caught my attention.
    No.
    No, someone didn’t . . .
    I smoothed the wrinkles from the clear bag so I wasn’t mistaken about what I was reading.
     
    Day One
Masturbate
     
    “What the hell . . .” My curiosity got the better of me. I pulled open the bag and quickly looked at the contents.
    Sexting.
    Lap dances.
    Car sex.
    Oh my God, these were sex cards!
    At a graveyard!
    “Holy shit.”
    “Glenna, you coming?”
    I jumped and shoved the cards into my pocket without thinking. “Yup.”
    Sex cards at a graveyard? These couldn’t have been intended to be here. Maybe someone was having some sort of kinky sex and these were accidentally left behind. The poor family whose loved one was resting here might get an awful shock if they came for a visit and discovered these.
    Best to take them with me so that some other grieving person didn’t stumble upon them. I was doing a public service.
    Totally.
    I caught up to my cousin Kristina. She gave me a quick smile and tilted her head toward the grave marker. “What was that?”
    I loved Kristina, but she was a bit more conservative in her views on the world than I was. So not the type of person to appreciate sex cards, especially ones found here. “Oh nothing. Just some garbage. I didn’t want to leave it.”
    “That’s nice of you to pick it up.” Kristina gave me another smile. “Think they’ll have some food back at Nanna’s place? I’m starving.”
    “I think Mom and Dad brought a bunch of stuff over earlier. I assume that most people brought things for her to have. Should be plenty.”
    The cards were practically burning a hole in my pocket. They were exactly the sort of thing to pique my curiosity: How did they get there? Who wrote them? Who would use them?
    God, I didn’t want to wait until I got home to take a closer look at them, but I had no choice. I couldn’t help but think that Great-Grandma Glenna would have loved the idea of the cards and especially me finding them after her funeral. If I believed in ghosts or fate, I could probably be convinced to believe that she had a hand in me finding them.
    But I didn’t.
    Even if she did.
    It really wouldn’t have surprised me.
    I’d only caught a glance at some of what was written on them, but it was more than enough to know that whoever penned them had an active imagination.
    The problem with having a packet of sex cards was, with the notable exception of card one, the necessity of a second person. That was certainly something I was currently lacking.
    If I had a choice in the matter, I knew exactly whom I’d want to share them with: Eric. He’d be perfect, but it would require him knowing that I existed as a sexual creature and not simply Professor Mickelson’s research assistant. Or however he thought of me.
    Maybe these sex cards could help with that?
    Yeah, no. I certainly didn’t have the proverbial balls for that.
    The family had gathered at Nanna’s house. Laughter occasionally permeated the mutter of chatter, and the tension that had been present earlier in the day started to subside. I loved my great-grandmother to bits, but I was finding it difficult to keep my attention focused. My mind kept drifting to the clear plastic bag and the contents that I’d transferred to my purse from my pocket the first chance I’d been able.
    Talking to my aunt Stephanie? I couldn’t help but wonder who needed to be told to masturbate. Giving my cousin Kristina a hug and second coffee? Wondering about lap dances in graveyards.
    Either the intended recipient of these cards was new to sex, or there