Chapter Thirty-Three

It was Friday morning. The start of the weekend when most people were making plans to relax in front of the television set, or go to the beach, Jenny was making plans to attend a funeral. Gayle’s sister, Marilyn, had called to tell her where and when the service was going to take place. Since the police weren’t finished with their investigation they weren’t going to release her body until Saturday, so the funeral was going to be at four o’clock on Sunday at the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Hollywood Hills.

Jenny knew the place. It was a beautiful cemetery, if one could call cemeteries beautiful, with a duck pond, marble statues, and a view overlooking the entire valley. Jenny and Gayle had gone there once or twice to feed the ducks and walk around reading headstones and making up stories about the people who were buried there. After, they would go into the gift shop and read the sympathy cards making up their own joke punch lines. They never thought that de