Chapter Twenty-One
Tiffany
AFTER TAKING ANOTHER shower, I slipped into a conservative black dress and heels, then pulled my hair back into a loose bun. Knowing I’d eventually look like a raccoon if I wore eye makeup to a funeral, I skipped the mascara, adding only a touch of lipstick. I topped it off with a spritz of perfume, stuffed a handful of tissue into my purse, and left my apartment.
It was a short drive to the funeral, which was in Glendale at Woodland Springs Baptist Church. Although it was a private service, the chapel was already packed by the time I arrived, which was twenty minutes before the service was to begin. Trying to remain inconspicuous, I sat in the back of the church, and read through the funeral program.
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