Chapter 129

• The funeral director appeared in front of us to remind us there was coffee, tea, and water in the next room, along with some cookies and other snacks. My father thanked him, his eyes going to my mother as she sobbed in another woman's arms. The pain in his eyes was for her, for the way she was suffering, even though I knew he did, too. "Dad, can I get you a coffee or anything?"
• "No, honey. Thank you." Tearing his eyes away from my mother, they went back to the large exposure of my sister's face.
• "Okay. I'll be right back." Indicating to Sammy I was just getting a drink, I picked my way around the crowd surrounding my mother, accepting condolences and noticing a few looks of surprise when people saw my face.