Chapter 20
The next afternoon, Mark and Beth returned to the town cemetery half an hour before the groundskeeper was supposed to meet them. She’d been on the phone most of the morning getting this impromptu burial arranged, wanting to be certain nothing would interfere with the heartbreaking funerals taking place over the next few days. Beth’s right arm was in a thick cast from right below her shoulder to just past her bent elbow. At least the break was clean.
“Want to stay here and I’ll get him?” Mark said, parking his blue sedan.
“I’ll go with you.”
She did let him manage the tricky business of opening the door.
The Hersh family plots were in the shaded, hilly part of the cemetery, some of the oldest ones still left. Three rows back from the road stood an average light gray stone se
