Chapter Eighteen
“Go? No, this is precisely when we need to stay. This is when we need to speak with Rose so we don’t have to chase her down on the road when she’s dog-walking,” said Myrtle. “Or give her that casserole. I’ve a mind to eat it for my supper.”
Miles said, “But look at that line. There’s a huge line of people waiting to speak to the family.”
“We’ll stand up and stretch for a few minutes and then we can sit back down again and wait for the church to empty out,” said Myrtle.
“Can’t we just go to the funeral reception?” asked Miles, sounding hopeful. “We’ve done that before, haven’t we? Spoken to family at the reception?”
“Yes, but never for a funeral that’s this big. Most of the town is here. I doubt we’d get an opportunity to even get close to Rose there.”
They did stre
