“Grace, I’m so sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you James. It’s kind of you have come to the funeral.”
Grace pulled me closer with her hand, leaned forward and whispered in my ear.
“James, could I trouble you to meet me a little later this evening? There is something of a private nature I wish to discuss with you.”
“Certainly Grace.”
“Please wait for me in your car and I’ll come out and join you after everyone’s left.”
“OK.”
She squeezed my hand and went back to the other mourners. I sat on the couch and randomly picked a book off the shelf. After a few minutes I went out to my car and waited.
After about an hour I saw the last guest leave the party and drive away. A few minutes later the door opened and Grace stepped out on the porch. Grace started briskly walking down the block in t
