“I’m sorry.”
Gary wasn’t at all sure what Phillip apologised for, so said nothing.
“I just…didn’t want anyone’s comfort in there. Didn’t want to be touched.”
“Everyone reacts in their own way to grief. I think I was the one needing comfort, though. What was that godawful music? The bit at the start before the prayer?”
“Oh that. It’s the chapel music. Don’t know the name of it. They play it at the start of every funeral, apparently.”
“Might as well play the funeral march.”
“It is rather a dirge.”
They’d made it back to the waiting cars. Was Phillip going to invite him to go somewhere? Gary thought not, even before the man glanced around. The media at the gate couldn’t see them here in the shadow of the chapel. He could understand why Phillip looked, though.
The reporter turned, move
