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"But what about tradition?" Jamie asks, head turning back and forth between his father and the car window.
His father scoffs. "Who needs it?". It comes out so rough it feels like Jamie's being dragged across gravel, bare.
They're past the graveyard now, and for the first time in the 7 years since Jamie's mother died, they don't stop on her birthday.
Because his father claims you don't need tradition.
And yet he's drunk everyday.