in the church basement, with deviled eggs, sweet tea, and people repeating, “He’s in a better place.”
I was near the coffee urn when I heard Linda speaking to Mrs. Bowden.
She didn’t lower her voice.
She didn’t need to.
“Grandpa just felt sorry for you, Tessa. That’s the only reason you were ever here.”
I heard every word over the coffee maker and the murmur of 200 people pretending death could be made manageable.
I didn’t react.
I closed my hand around Grandpa’s pocket watch until the winding crown