“I know I keep saying this,” Emily said into her cell phone, “but I honestly have no idea.”
Emily hated to admit when she didn’t know something. It was normal, she knew that. No one was born knowing everything. It was perfectly all right to not know the digestive cycle of a Labrador. It was different entirely when she wasn’t sure if her father wanted to be cremated or buried. She didn’t know if he wanted a traditional coffin or something modern. She didn’t know anything.
She only knew there were a lot of questions and she couldn’t answer any of them.
“Mrs. Mathers, I know this is a difficult time for you.”
The voice was so soothing, gentle. It was a voice of someone used to talking to people who were on their way to breaking down and bawling their eyes out. Even so it struck her to hea
