Chapter TenT
he next morning, Meredith and I arrived at Saint John’s Methodist Church fifteen minutes before the funeral’s scheduled start time and took seats in a pew halfway up the side aisle of the small church. A few of Meredith’s colleagues arrived and sat with us. While my sister talked with her fellow teachers, I glanced around the church observing the mourners already seated and those entering at a steady pace.
Several teenagers came in, a few accompanied by their mothers. Kit walked up the side aisle and entered the pew two rows in front of where we sat. Though she and I made eye contact, there was no nod of acknowledgment from her. She sat at the end of the pew, her back straight. She didn’t turn at all to look at the other mourners.
Soon, the pews were full, and we were summo
