CHAPTER 23
THE DAY OF the funeral dawned dark and grey, and the thought of Angie’s last day being filled with drizzle rather than the sunshine she’d brought into my life made me cry again in the shower as I washed away yesterday’s tears.
When I got into the living room wearing a black dress and ballet pumps, I found Emmy already dressed in a charcoal trouser suit, expensive from the cut of it, but her choice of footwear made me do a double take.
“They’re in case I have to run,” she explained when she caught me looking at the black trainers. “But I’m really hoping I don’t have to do that.”
“Has that ever happened before? At a funeral, I mean?”
“Only once.”
“Oh my goodness. Who? Why?”
“A father showed up at his daughter’s funeral, only he’d violated his bail bond. I ended up chasing h
