“What are you doing here, Nana D?” I crossed to the funeral parlor"s Entrance.
“I had a few stops to make downtown today. Just thought since I was in the area, I should put in an appearance.” Nana D wore her standard funeral outfit—a stylish, vintage dress cut just below the knees with a bit of white trim on the hem. “I also needed to talk to you about Bridget.”
I couldn"t believe her persistence about setting me up with the girl. It was fine to keep inventing ways to bring us together, but it was unacceptable to be so pushy at a funeral service. “Nana D, I think you—”
“Oh, slow your roll. I thought you should hear something she told me earlier today when I called to change the time for our lessons on Sunday.”
She ceased talking to me as if I understood what she was implying. “Keep goi
