CHAPTER TWENTY
“Hello?”
“Miss Zimmerman?”
“Yes?”
“This is Mr. Stevens,” came the reply, and his face came to the forefront of her mind. The funeral director that had been so helpful and sympathetic.
“Hello, Mr. Stevens, how can I help you?”
“I wanted to let you know we finally got the death certificate copies in. I also got a call that your father’s headstone is ready; they will be placing it at his gravesite in the morning.”
“I can come get those copies today,” Lizzie informed him. “And I appreciate you letting me know about the headstone. I’ll go see it tomorrow afternoon.”
“If there’s anything else you need, we’re here to help. And once again, I am so sorry for your loss.” With that, the kind old man gently disconnected the call.
Lizzie took a moment to let it all wash through
