Chapter 37
Chattanooga, TN
Monday morning
THEY WERE STANDING beside the grave of Nate’s mother, talking to his grandparents.
“It was a nice little service,” Mrs. Wilson said.
“I’m surprised that so many of your friends came to the funeral, Grandma,” Nate said.
“Nate, honey, all of our friends are our age and retired. Going to a funeral, even if they didn’t know the deceased, gives them something to do.”
“That’s kind of sad, isn’t it?” Nate said.
“That’s what happens when you get old, Nate,” Mr. Wilson said. “Some folks, like us, keep active. We play bridge, spend a lot of time on the golf course, and get out and circulate, for example. Others just sit home and vegetate.”
Quentin decided to change the subject, and said, “This is a beautiful little cemetery, isn’t it?”
“That’s why
