The funeral and the ensuing drama

The funeral was a somber, quick,and quiet affair. In all, there were not more than twenty people present, who stood under the scorching sun that late afternoon at the burial ground to bury Victoria. Carol stood beside her father and Belinda, who had not acknowledged her presence since she arrived at the house this morning. She had also not acknowledged the money that Carol had sent to her, not that Carol cared one bit. She had done what she felt she could do to support and that was that. There was a tension between the three of them, Carol, her father, and Belinda, that kept mounting until it threatened to burst. Donald was supporting Belinda, who did not look like she needed any support at all. She stood stoically beside Donald, her face impassive, all but looking like a dam about ready to burst. Carol stole glances at her warily, wondering if she was mentally fit to be attending the burial.