“Just as well that it’s raining,” Aunt Ruby said when they arrived at the cemetery, looking up at the sky. “It probably kept some folks at home, where they belong.” She sniffed. “But that won’t keep them from showing up later on, to eat. They always show up to eat, don’t you know.” She looked sideways at Elsie, took her by the shoulders and pulled her close.
Brother and Mrs. Goody pulled up in their brand new Chevrolet. He ran around to the passenger side, struggling to open an umbrella for his wife. She squealed when a sudden gust of wind blew up her skirt, making it balloon like a parachute, and that made Elsie smile.
“Perfect funeral weather, don’t you think?” Evelyn said, in way of greeting. “It’s God cryin’ big ol’ tears for those who have passed, I always say.”
Elsie had to wonder
