OLIVIA DIDN’T SEE ANY more moths after Shay left. They must have been living in that bag she’d tossed down the garbage chute. She didn’t want to think about anything Shay had said. She didn’t want to think about Mr. Davies.
But she still went to his funeral the next day. Sort of.
She took the bus to the funeral home. She even went inside. There was a nice lady greeting people. Not Mrs. Davies, just a lady who worked at the funeral place. The lady asked, “Davies or Chung?”
“Huh?”
Olivia glanced past the woman. She could see a bunch of people milling around down the hall. Wow, a lot of people came to his funeral. And some of them looked really familiar. Was that... yes, it was. Ms. O’Connor, her Grade 11 chemistry teacher. Ms. O’Connor was talking to Mr. Yip, who’d never tau
