Bunny Carmichael"s ideas were always a little out of place in Cranston. Maybe that"s why she had left at such a young age and didn"t return until after she was dead. At least that"s what the few people there told themselves as they huddled past the makeshift memorial Frederick Gruber had assembled on the table at the front of the smallest of the two memorial chapels at Gruber Family Funeral Home. The display consisted wholly of photographs provided by Car for the occasion. The photos were all scenes from her life.
Bunny picnicking at the Sphinx.
Bunny wading in Trevi Fountain.
Bunny and an infant Car dining in a Café on the Champs Elysées.
Bunny at sixty, in a helmet and harness, tethered to a zip line in the jungle.
It was the last that Doris had fixed upon when she first came to the
