Chapter 5
I had never been to a funeral home, fortunately, until I accompanied my sister to one about three miles from her house.
When Zach had come out of the bathroom after his shower the night before, I pretended to be asleep, because I hadn’t wanted to have that conversation. I was pretty sure Zach was relieved. That morning when I rose to go with my sister, Zach had still been asleep. Or perhaps pretending himself.
Neither Raine nor I had been hungry when we left the house, so we had decided we would stop for breakfast after arranging Joe’s services. The funeral home had assured Raine they would make Joe look good, in spite of his accident and being dead, if she wanted an open casket.
Raine looked at me. “What do you think?”
“It’s up to you,” I said diplomatically.
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