Chapter 58 ~ January 5 Remembering FredaFreda would have approved of the traditional fresh rosemary mourning wreaths on the front doors of the Italian Club, but the sight of them caught Camelia by surprise and fresh, hot tears filled her eyes.
Inside, the vestibule was warm and bright, with an easel holding an enlarged photo of Auntie Freda from the Christmas dinner dance, looking radiant and happy, her blue eyes twinkling and a bloom on her cheeks. She held a champagne flute aloft and seemed to be cheering Camelia on. A sob bubbled out of Camelia’s throat. It was altogether unfair that her beloved Italian Club, the venue for Freda’s wedding, was now the place of her memorial.
Camelia arrived alone, ahead of the services, to meet with Arthur, Harriett, Josephine, and Rita. Not exactly a
