"I hope so too." Freya smiled to show her that there was nothing to worry about.
"Maybe we should celebrate. We can go out somewhere."
Freya shook her head, "Salma, we can't. Remember that we haven't even had the funeral yet. We can't go out to celebrate."
Salma looked down as she tried to apologize, "Oh, God. I am so sorry, Freya. That was insensitive of me."
"No, it's fine. You were only thinking of helping out. But Luke and I may have our mini celebration after the funeral."
"Yes, that would be a great idea."
On Saturday, the day after the funeral, Freya was sitting at the long table inside the conference room of Walters Inc. Luke was sitting at the head as Jack's male lawyer, Dean, was sitting opposite Freya. Iris was sitting beside him. They were there for the reading of Jack's will.