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Baldwin’s Shore had three churches. St. Luke’s was the prettiest, on the edge of town with a view of the sea. We’d chosen the cemetery there as Mom’s final resting place. She always had loved walking on the beach, and this was the closest she’d ever get to it now.
St. Luke’s was also the smallest church, but we figured Mom’s funeral wouldn’t draw a big crowd. The people who’d known her would come, and maybe a few other folks would show up out of morbid curiosity, but it wouldn’t be standing room only. Baldwin’s Shore had a transient population—people came and went all the time—and most of Mom’s friends had moved away years ago. Not that she’d had many friends. Two small children plus two jobs and Dad’s constant demands hadn’t made it easy for her to have a social life. I could st
