Evelyn was dead. She died in her sleep a few days before Christmas. Halle didn’t cry. She couldn’t bring herself to. She had cried enough tears to last a lifetime. The funeral was a quick one. There wasn’t much preparation to make. What surprised Halle the most was the number of people that turned up. She should have made it strictly by invitation but she thought her mother didn’t have a lot of friends so why do that. Funny enough, the whole seats were occupied and others had to stand. It hurt Halle to see that these people didn’t for once check on her mother at the hospital. They left her to die. Halle was however glad to see other patients at the hospital. Most of them made sure they paid their last respect to the lovely Evelyn Anderson. Halle stated at her father as he wept. He was far
