43Once Eddie Jr. had calmed down--and apologized to Otto for trashing his desk--we walked him out of the police station.
We lingered on the sidewalk out front, blinking and flinching in the bright afternoon sun like we’d just rolled out of bed. A terrible new future was roaring toward us, and we had to face it.
Some sooner than others. “I need to go to the funeral home.” Eddie sighed. “I have to make the arrangements.”
Peg squeezed his shoulder. “We’ll go with you, Ed.”
“Thanks.” Eddie shook his head. “But I think I’d rather do this alone.”
“Are you sure?” said Peg.
“Yeah.” He fished his keys out of his pocket. “I’ll call you guys later and let you know what’s up.”
Peg’s expression was deeply sympathetic. “Are you sure you’re okay to drive?”
He assured us he was fine, and
