“Richard was a good man.”
“Call if you need anything.”
I thanked everyone, found a missing coat, told the caterer where to put the coffee, and carried a vase toward the reception room.
“Tisha?”
Richard’s sister held an empty box.
“Where should these sympathy cards go?”
“On the table beside the guest book. No, wait. People will spill coffee there. Give them to me.”
“Mom.”
Daniel stood behind her.
“Give me five minutes, Danny.”
His face went blank.
“What?”
“I need to finish this.”
He stared at the box in my arms.
Then quietly said, “That’s what Dad said you’d do.”Choose Baby Gear
My fingers tightened around the cardboard.
“What did you say?”
“Can we go somewhere private?”
Something in his face stopped me.
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I handed the box back.
“Put them anywhere.”
Daniel led me into a small room behind the chapel.
