Chapter 6I dropped Mama off at the McKays for her bridge night—she always timed her arrival at seven o’clock sharp and would leave at eleven o’clock sharp; you could set your watch by it—and returned to the funeral home, both heaviness and anticipation in my heart. I had left Charlie to wash up dishes after dinner and hoped to find him still in the kitchen. The fact that he had offered to wash dishes boosted his standing with me. Not that his standing needed any boosting.
The residential entry on the side of the building led directly into a large living room, which had always been tastefully decorated by Mama, who had an eye for such things. An old leather sofa sat in front of the fireplace. The large coffee table in front of the sofa held numerous magazines—Mama loved her magazines. A la
