Gina Harkness watched the preacher sprinkle what looked to her like gravel over the coffin of her dear friend Heddy Lloyd. "A wonderful, loving and God fearing woman," he said. Common words from a minister, but they fit Heddy. At least the first two words did. Gina had no idea how God fearing Heddy had been, but the old woman had certainly been kind and loving to Gina. The preacher said, "Amen," and Gina rose slowly, softly said goodbye to her friend and walked slowly toward the door of the funeral home. It didn't seem proper to stride away as she longed to do. She'd found the solemn, almost dreary, atmosphere inside the parlor depressing. Certainly, Heddy would have detested it.
Halfway to the door, an older man—the only other human present when the preacher said the last words over Heddy's remains—joined her and walked with her to the door. "How do you happen to know Heddy?" he asked her. She didn't question his right to ask her, for she knew he found it odd tha ...
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