85.

The Squad

When Cam Hartwell’s obituary ran in the Daily News of Newburyport, we all looked at the picture for the longest time. In the picture he was smiling and holding a golf club.

The line for the wake at Twomey, LeBlanc & Conte, the funeral home, stretched a full block down High Street. The service, at Immaculate Conception, was standing room only. We didn’t go; we didn’t know Cam, or his parents. Cam and his brothers hadn’t been through the public school system, and they were older. But Gina’s ex-sister-in-law, Veronica, had once been in a book club with Cam’s mom and she told Gina it was the saddest funeral she had ever been to. Ever. And that Alexa was inconsolable.