A week later...

Lionel had given me information about the venue of the funeral service, and though he sent me the address, I couldn't locate it on the map, so he came and took me. The service would start at nine a.m., and he instructed me to be ready before seven thirty a.m. so we could go on time.

I woke earlier than I had most days and got ready in my black square-necked gown, hat, and veil. These were my moaning attires. Aaron also woke up soundly after a while of sleeping and ...