Chapter 9Most people were buried in their best. When it came to Emily’s father, this meant that he was buried in his best jeans and a dark button-down shirt with his jean vest, freshly pressed, over his too slim chest. He looked better than he had while he was living, his hair and beard brushed out. They had done something to make his face look less worn.
Tomorrow they would burn him, and the ashes would be separated into three portions. One would go with her, one would go into his shop, the last would sit on the shelf at The Saloon. Emily wasn’t sure she deserved one, but no one would take no for an answer.
“You did good, honey.” Hannah linked her arm through Emily’s, tugging her ever so gently from the viewing and into the reception era. Emily thought Hannah looked like a pretty widow,
