Chapter Thirty-Seven
Festoons of flowers decorated the interior of the chapel. As the mourners filed in, they added their own floral tributes, placing them on a raised dais before the pulpit. A pipe organ played the Twenty-Third Psalm as sombre-faced men in black suits guided people to their seats.
It was a full house. Dozens of relatives were in attendance. An impressive turnout. Colleagues from Blue Sky were there, along with various other members of the legal and accounting professions. How soon we forget, thought Mark bitterly, as he peered at the crowd from the church door. Only a few short days ago, these same colleagues were ready to throw him to the wolves.
People were still streaming in, so Mark decided to go for a jog around the block until the service began. Perhaps he’d be a
