Chapter 12
“One never thinks of the things you have to do.”
“To bury someone, you mean? I could have told you that.”
Phillip raised an eyebrow, bestowing Gary with a quizzical, adorable look. Clearly, he wondered who and when, but he didn’t ask and Gary didn’t enlighten him. Yes, he’d arranged a funeral, but of no one truly important to him, which would have sounded callous just then. Life shouldn’t be whittled down to a matter of paperwork. Some people found solace in having things to do at such a time. Maybe Phillip keeping busy the next few days would be good for him, especially as Gary couldn’t be there.
While Gary had no doubt Phillip grieved for his mother on one level, the woman had been sick for so long, and their relationship had been so fraught, Gary was hardly surprised when
