dorr walks down the stoop followed by the old lady.
the men load the earth into the hearse.
a black town car idles at the curb. dorr is just escorting the two ladies out the front door and down the stoop.
--and there is the dull thud of an explosion and the house's windows rattle in their frames.
quiet.
the two women looking.
we are pulling clark down the street, a satchel in either hand.