“She said she didn’t want a bunch of people standing around staring at her, that’s why!” Danny replied to his sister Paula’s question on why Aunt Daisy had insisted on a closed casket.
The two of them stood next to the coffin, looking over an easel with a display of pictures from Aunt Daisy’s life.
“Since you seem to know so much more about her than the rest of us,” Paula said in her usual sarcastic manner, “tell me why this never worked out?”
She pointed to a picture of Aunt Daisy in an evening dress with a corsage on her wrist, standing next to a handsome young man in a tux. Danny knew she’d been engaged to the man. It had been the closest Aunt Daisy had come to marriage.
Danny sighed. His aunt had shared the details of the break up with him just as they’d shared so many of their inn
