[ FF ] The title of the last chapter of your book plus the last paragraph of that chapter

Achilles 
 
 I said before that Sunday was the worst day of the week. It drones on, with every second boring into your soul, reminding you of every sin and every mistake. My sins were many, and my mistakes were costly. That Sunday afternoon, though, I thought back, past the warehouse and its deceased inhabitant, past the mistake that led there, past the shitty bungalo and its small television, possibly still on. Did they ever check the house? Maybe the family still pays the bills, oblivious to my departure. Past even that phone call from mother, the last word I'd heard from her. I thought back, past every mistake, every gunshot, right to the beginning. Dwelling on the past, they say, makes you sad. The only thing the past is good for is catching up with you. Maybe that's what I waited for. Regardless, I sat there, drinking one last brandy, as the doorbell rang. I stood up, opened the door, knew what I'd find. A barrel, maybe a double. A smiling face, an old friend. A reminder of what I'd left. So, I was shocked when I saw the face of the solicitor, standing there, holding his pamphlets. In shock, I heard the words come out of his lips. `` It's all for a good cause.''
