Chapter 7
AT MY GRANDMOTHER'S funeral, I avoided a lot of the family members I hadn't seen in a while—especially the older ones and anybody I figured wouldn't remember me anyway. I didn't want to tell people who I was or explain who I used to be. If they remembered me, fine. Apart from that, I stuck by Briony and pretended to be a friend.
Briony is so vivacious everyone else fades into the background, anyway.
The funeral was good, as good as it could be. The minister told our stories well. Nobody else got up to talk. We'd relayed stories about my grandmother to him in advance, so he could talk and we could listen. It was sort of weird, hearing your own stories told back to you by someone you barely knew, but I wouldn't have wanted to get up in front of the room and talk about Gra
