Funeral 4 - Dulcies funeral
You can't take it with you…
Jim couldn't help himself but laugh when the tea and biscuits were served after the funeral ceremony of Dulcie. The cookies were the same ones he had used when he was doing impersonations of her. A large dimpled chocolate circle sat embedded in the middle of the golden dough. She had the exact birthmark on her wrist.
Bec, he whispered making her look at his wrist-watch biscuit. The mole that looked like a cookie. I know, she giggled awkwardly. I've already thought about it. Dad, Jim whispers again still trying to get his fathers attention. Look.
John looked stiffly over his shoulder pad and then down to Jim's wrist. She had always wanted that thing burnt off, he says dryly. Cremation later. Jim smirked. He had to admit
