Chapter 7

But what else could he do? He followed the McCarthys over to where Nana lay. He felt dizzy as Mrs. McCarthy marveled at how good she looked, how beautiful. And when Mr. McCarthy agreed, saying “how fresh” Nana looked, Hunter was sure he would vomit. He tried, with force of will, to hold down the acid bile at the back of his throat. He realized Mrs. McCarthy was speaking to him.

“Aren’t you going to look at her, dear?”

Hunter met Mrs. McCarthy’s questioning gaze, noticing cataracts clouded her blue eyes. It was creepy. He tried to turn his head and saw his grandmother’s body in his peripheral vision. He couldn’t force himself to turn his head. Why did they think he had to look at her again?

“What’s the matter, son?” Mr. McCarthy asked.