Chapter Ninety-Five.

THIRTY YEARS AGO.

“May God give to us and all whom we love his comfort and his peace, his light and his joy, in this world and the next; and the blessing of God almighty, the father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, be upon us, and remain with us this day and forever”

“Amen” There was a loud chorus from the congregation.

There were also flowers everywhere, of many colors but the most of which were black. Black was everywhere, filling the air with grief and loss. There were a bunch of long, sad faces which looked upon the open casket as it lowered into the grounds.

Emily couldn’t watch the most of her father’s funeral and so she clenched her sister’s palms. “Majorie is it over yet?” She asked. Maj was the stronger of the both of them—holding her shoulders high enough for Em’s chin. She cleared her throat and then muttered a response.

“It’s over now” She whispered.

“He’s not with us anymore” At her words, Emily lifted her gaze up to meet Majorie’s moist eyes. “So what happens now?” She lo