Jeremy stood in front of Amy

She had the brightest eyes he'd ever seen. They were so wide and white. And she was always smiling. Just by looking at here she made him feel happy. He looked into them for along time today. He knew they wouldn't be bright for a long time after what he was about to tell her.

"Amy, there was an accident."

Her smile faded.

"Brian was in a car accident."

Her eyes went the widest he'd ever seen. He braced himself.

"He's dead."

He had made sure he was standing close to her in case she fainted. He could grab her and let her fall into him. He had planned to be strong for her. But all the planning in the world could not prepare him for her reaction to the news that her husband of eight months was dead. Upon his words, she grabbed him by his jacket and shook him violently. She shook him while staring into his eyes. Three times she did this. Then she let his jacket go and screamed. It was the most chilling scream he ever heard in his life. She did not let her stare go. She screamed right into his face, as if trying to scream the truth back into his mouth. He forgot about his plan. His body began to shake. He tried to reach for her but his arms had become suddenly so weak, he could not lift them. He hated himself for having said those words to her. Her scream was long and loud and high pitched. It was dreadful. She stood there screaming at him. And he stood there letting her. Then, she finally stumbled back into a chair. Still screaming, her hands now curled up in tight fists, drool running out of her mouth, her scream becoming scratch and hoarse. But still screaming. Jeremy still stood. He looked out of the window and had an odd combination of thoughts. He thought about the eggs he'd had for breafast that morning, the funeral that he would have to plan for Brian, and if he would try to become Amy's husband after she finished mourning for Brian. He hated himself for his thoughts.