Chapter 40

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A term broadly applied to all the visual arts to distinguish them from such non-visual arts as literature, poetry, or musicLeoni waited for us outside in the car park. She grinned at me before Julia’s expression wiped the smile off her lips. “These are for the casket.” Julia dumped the bouquet of sunflowers and greenery in Leoni’s arms and took my hand as we crossed the threshold. Her gaze as she glanced back at the girl held a predatory note of warning. Mother waited in the chapel for us, encased in an eco-friendly casket. I froze in the gap between two rows of chairs as the finality hit me like a freight train. No more advice. No more calls on Thursdays at ten o’clock. No more Mother. Julia tugged me along the carpeted aisle and pushed me into a chair in the front row. The funeral dire

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