Chapter 73

But by then, Ellis would be long gone, and Bryn would have wished him well.

“I liked that hymn they sang at the funeral,” Ellis said.

“Mmm.” Bryn tried to remember what had been sung and couldn’t.

“How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Ellis sighed. “Your mom, she, ah…That thing at the grave…”

Bryn had to smirk. Elizabeth had started out merely weeping quietly and demurely. But all at once, she’d started to wail. Really scream. Right in the middle of the minister’s staid speech, all “Yea though I walk through the valley” and shit, she’d started picking up dirt and flinging it. Some of it had gone in the grave. Some of it had gone on the people standing across from her next to the grave. Of course, she didn’t do much damage. The aunts and uncles restrained her and whisked her away to the privacy of the car.

People probably thought Elizabeth’s antics had been out of grief, but Bryn knew they’d been out of rage. “Mommy dearest never did like Daddy very much,” Bryn said.