Chapter Four
Willa assumed the casket question was pretty much decided. No doubt Norm had informed Pace Brothers and chosen the wood, whatever it cost. Those handles did look nice. She knew he had his mind made up before they sat down at the table. And he was being his usual agreeable self by giving her and Bobbi a chance to disagree. But Willa also knew that, if no one voiced any strong preferences or objections, Norm would just go ahead and get ’er done.
She hadn’t had much time to dwell on Liz’s passing, and she hadn’t wanted to. In her mind, her mother had left them two-and-a-half years ago, after her first stroke. And even though she lived in their house (which, technically was hers, not theirs, a point to be debated in due course), and even though she took an occasional meal at the
