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I surveyed myself in the mirror and thought I might be halfway presentable. When we were out shopping, Laurel had encouraged me to buy some makeup — real makeup, not just lip gloss and mascara — at the Sephora located inside the JC Penney at the Flagstaff Mall, and so I was a lot more “done” than I usually would be, with some eye shadow and liner and actual lipstick instead of gloss. I’d used the concealer I bought to hide any lingering redness around my eyes, and hoped no one would be able to tell that I’d allowed myself a good cry earlier in the day.
What I’d told Jake hadn’t been a lie. It really had helped to see my mother given a resting place in Kanab’s city cemetery, where lush green trees shaded the gravesites and looming red rock formations provided a starkly beautiful backdr
