Chapter Five
Willa was on the phone to her neighbor Lucille as she sifted through a basket of unopened greeting cards. Instead of opening any of them, she was writing down the return addresses on a yellow pad.
“Sure, Lucille, I can watch Leroy. Send him over.” Willa didn’t give her friend a chance to speak. It was not so much a conversation as a download. “Norm is voting for the wood casket, and Bobbi wants to bury her in a Chevrolet. She says the metal one looks like a car. She’s such a brat sometimes. We have to do something soon or they’re going to start charging us storage. Can you believe it? Storage! And, of course, no one wants it to run into next week.”
The doorbell rang, bringing an alert bark from Rufus.
“Oh, there’s the door. Quick on the uptake, your kid. Bye, now.”
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