I sat in the living room, toward noon, while Wesley poured us each a drink. I don’t usually imbibe that early in the day but these were strange times.
“I talked to the priest, so I think it’ll be a very solemn ceremony.” Wesley sighed. “The choir from UBC will sing the Requiem Mass by Maurice Duraflé. Rachel and I heard them perform it in concert last spring. She was very impressed.”
“That’s very appropriate,” I whispered. “She would have liked that.”
“The priest suggested that the overflow go into the community center next door. They have a set up there to televise whatever is happening in the church.”
“How many do you expect to attend?” I asked.
“Well, Woodrock has a hundred and fifty employees, Northwest seventy-five, and Safeway has two hundred and fifty. Capri has twelve hundred,
