My parent's house is only a few feet from the edge of Aspen Grove Cemetery. I have spent many sunny afternoons walking through the cemetery, enjoying the peace and quiet and the beauty that most people will never realize. Spending your spare time in a cemetery isn't high on many peoples list of how to spend their free time. But I have always loved it here.
If you are in this place, you are likely either mourning over a loss, or doing something that requires privacy from the public. I admit I have done both here. It's safer than getting caught in your bedroom with your boyfriend's head between your legs.
It's rare, but sometimes you can catch people out here in broad daylight, usually in the far corners of the cemetery where the older stones rest above bone dust. The resting places that are never visited because there is nobody left to visit them.
It's on one of those nice, sunny days that I see the three of them under a huge oak tree in the southwest corner of the cemetery—a man and two women. I could make out the rear of their car not far away on the edge of the road that winds and snakes through this massive place.
The man was lying on his back on a blanket. He was kissing a young white woman who was kneeling next to him. The second woman, a black woman who also appeared to be young, was kneeling between his legs, undoing his pants.
I had lost track of time, but the sun was high and warm on my back, so it may have been that the threesome were on their lunch break, getting a quick fix. They certainly worked with haste.
