Chapter 9“I brought his clothes,” Mrs. Duffy said in a bright, distracted voice. “He loved this T-shirt. It’s only right he should be buried in it. But I forgot his drawers. Should I got back home and get some? But he’s gotta have his drawers!”
“We have underwear on hand we can use,” I said.
“And I brought these jeans,” she added. “They were his favorites. Oh, he wore these jeans everywhere! He even wore them to Kayla’s wedding. Oh, he loved these jeans. Look—they got holes in them and everything!”
She handed me the clothes, seemed about to say something further, but then closed her mouth and shook her head.
“Would you like to sit down?” I asked, motioning to the couch and chairs inside my office where arrangements could be handled.
“I think I might,” she said. She sounded perky, happ
