Chapter 7
Ava
AFTER THE FUNERAL, I asked the pastor if he knew anything about the key in the envelope.
“It’s for her trailer home,” he said and gave me the address. “She wanted you to have it.”
I thanked him and then said goodbye.
“Aren’t you going out to the cemetery while we lay her to rest?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, unable to take any more sadness for one day. “Where is she being buried? I’ll stop by another time.”
He told me and then invited me to church the following weekend. I told him that church wasn’t my thing, but if it ever changed, I’d let him know.
“I hope you do. Peace be with you,” he said, staring at me with concern.
“Thank you. You, too.”
THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I stood outside of what was apparently my mother’s run-down, dilapidated trailer. The grass needed to
