Chapter Thirteen
An hour later, they were at the cemetery for the graveside service. The sun was shining, but fortunately the section of the cemetery they were in was a heavily shaded one. It was a beautiful old cemetery with roads that wound through the grounds by ancient graves. Old oaks created a lovely canopy for the mourners below. Arnold was there when they arrived, despite the fact they were early, but then, he’d always been as hyper-punctual as Annabelle had been.
Beatrice walked up to him. Arnold’s face was serious, and he reached out to give her a hug as if he’d needed one. Beatrice gave him a squeeze in return. “I’m so sorry, Arnold. I know how much you cared about Annabelle.”
He nodded, momentarily choked up. “Thanks for that, Beatrice. I’m glad you’re here.”
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