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Claire explains, “My friend spoke to you a moment ago and was so surprised by the news, she neglected to ask. She’d like to send flowers to the funeral if it hasn’t been held yet.”
“Oh. I see. Well, I’m afraid it’s much too late for flowers. It’s been six months since he passed, almost to the day.”
Claire thanks her, then disconnects. Then she and Fiona stand there staring at me with that awful pity in their eyes, waiting.
As if from very far away, I hear my own voice. “That’s impossible. She’s wrong. He interviewed me after the accident. That was only two months ago. He sat with me out on the dock and interviewed me!”
Claire says sadly, “I have no doubt that he did.”
My hands begin to tremble. I find it difficult to draw a full breath. I back up another step. Looking at h
