Chapter 6

Two of the women spied him standing a few feet away from the coffin. He was afraid for a moment they were headed straight toward him to offer their condolences or, worse, hugs. But they veered close to the casket as they approached, and silently they took Nana in. One of the women stooped awkwardly to place herself on the kneeler in front of the casket, crossed herself, and bowed her head in prayer. Once she stood, both women touched Nana’s hands and leaned close to whisper to her.

And then they stepped away, smiling, and approached Hunter. How can they smile? Wasn’t Nana their friend? Why, they’re completely dry-eyed! Hunter realized then that visitation like this was probably a commonplace event in their lives, and he felt a little twinge of remorse for thinking that way. He tried to affix a smile to his own face as they approached.