So she skipped to the end, to the part where it said where and when his funeral would be. That’s what she really wanted to know.
Funeral was tomorrow. Tomorrow morning.
She wanted to go. She planned to go.
When Shay came over after work, the first words out of her mouth were, “Where’d you get that sweater?”
“This old thing?” Olivia tugged at it. “I’ve had it for a long time.”
Shay replied with suspicion. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“I don’t know what to tell you. I found it in the closet, washed it up...”
“It’s a men’s shirt.”
“How can you tell?”
“Buttons are on the men’s side.”
Olivia didn’t know buttons took sides, but she said, “So what? You wear men’s clothes all the time.”
“Yeah, but you don’t.” Shay gave her a serious look and said, “That’s Mr. Davies’s sweater
