I’m not a bad person
Emily stirred at the sound of Cassie’s Vespa pulling into Natalie’s driveway. She didn’t hear her come in to get Pearl and Ruff, nor Andy’s arrival shortly afterward. She must have fallen asleep again. When Emily finally came downstairs, Aimee was scrambling eggs. She breathed in the fragrance of freshly cut melon and the welcome aroma of coffee. First sleep, now food.
Aimee had a yellow lined pad and a pen next to the cell phone on the breakfast table. She poured coffee for both of them and went through her morning’s research while Emily ate.
“Are you ready to talk about the arrangements, or is it too soon?”
“I have to do it,” Emily said. “I appreciate your help, Aimee.”
“Nonsense. Okay, I spoke with the funeral service. They need to know whether you want to do a
