Bremmer's Loss

Bremmer lost his youngest daughter. I knew her from my grade-school days, the cute fourth grader with the laugh like Woody Woodpecker. In her teens, Ari smoked weed and smelled like teen spirit.  In her twenties she fancied herself a medicine woman and claimed addiction to sexy ladies and heroin.  She was a self proclaimed American shaman.  A transcendent spirit.  A native daughter. A death wish over a birthday candle.

The morning before Ari left her corporeal vehicle...

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