“Thank you.” The two women made polite noises as my aunt parted.
I smiled at Helen, and edged away, but then thought of something and turned back. “Uh, Mrs. Graham?”
“Please, call me Helen, dear,” she said.
“Helen,” I said. “Uh, do you have any idea if classes will be back in session tomorrow?”
“I"ve had one email this morning that it"s under consideration. If so, they will have comfort dogs in the school available to everyone who has been affected by this terrible tragedy.” Her hand went to her sunken chest. I caught the glimmer of various rings, including a wedding band and a large diamond. “That much I do know.” She smiled broadly, the large teeth showing were angled forward and made me think of a parrot somehow.
“Will students get an email to notify us?” I asked.
“It will most li
