More than half the sky had gone black and the thunder obscured the rather nasal voice of Reverend Blue. Jimmy looked so odd standing on the grass in the daylight in a dark suit. Beyond a row of pines she could see the pastel colors of the traffic on the Bay Highway.There was that awkward pause when it was over, when nobody was entirely certain it actually was over. And then they began to move quietly to their cars. Engines began to start, doors chunked shut, the first cars began to move away. Jimmy moved back a little way. A few people spoke to him in low tones. To each he responded with a small stiff smile, a quick nod of his head.At last there was no one left but Vern and some of his people. She hesitated, and then walked over to where Jimmy stood talking to Vern.“Glad that rain held off,” Vern said. “But it looks like that’s it coming right now.” They turned and saw the grayness slanting toward them, blotting out the distant trees and traffic and the buildings on Bay Highway.“Come on,”
