I have a consultation with the Palmer family at three to review our plans for the mass and graveside service that will take up most of my day tomorrow. Most people are afraid of dying, and some actively avoid attending funerals, but for me, it’s all in a day’s work.
At some point during my meeting, Molly appears in the doorway of my office and silently waves to let me know she’s leaving to pick up Riley. I nod, yes, thank you, but don’t shift my attention away from the bereaved. They’re paying for an hour, and that’s what I’ll give them. Hopefully Molly asked Taylor to answer the phone until she gets back. It’s the one job around this place he can’t screw up too much.
Or can he?
After the Palmer family leaves to get ready to receive visitors this evening, I’m at my desk checking email w
