Chapter 40
I drove to the cemetery in Queens with Momma and Mr. Nelson. He sat in the back seat and talked about his late wife, Pattie, who passed away from breast cancer eight years ago.
I tried to pay attention to their conversation, but I couldn't. Instead, my mind wandered to last night when I texted Charlie to ask if he still wanted us there.
His reply text was, "Sure thing, Shug." That was it. I spent the rest of our car ride dissecting why he'd been standoffish.
Usually warmer when we spoke, his aloofness worried me. But I had to tell myself that he was busy tending to Ray's final arrangements and dealing with the law firm, he couldn't communicate the way he used to.
I clung to that belief with all my might because I drove myself nuts with this shitty feeling of uncertainty tha
