Everyone who attended Ri Warrior Public School lived in the nearby neighborhood. That was just how public schools worked, you had to be within a certain zone to even qualify for enrollment.
It also meant everything important, including today's funeral, was within a thirty-minute walk from campus.
The service was being held at the local community hall, a space often rented for everything from bingo nights to birthday parties, and now, for something far more solemn.
That was why Max had chosen to walk, despite the light rain falling from the grey sky. Aron, loyal as ever, was by his side, holding an umbrella above his head to shield him from the drizzle.
"I still say it would've been smarter to take the car," Aron said. "You'd be there by now, and completely dry."
