I decide it’s closer to the latter when I get a call from Josie, gushing about how cute Harper looked in her butterfly costume. “Did you get my photos?” “Yes. Didn’t I thank you?” I say, knowing that I did. “Yes,” she says. “You did.” “I’m really glad you stopped over to see her…because of course Nolan only took one shot. And it was dark and blurry.” She laughs and says, “Typical guy.” I murmur my agreement, and a long pause ensues before Josie brings up her visit to the cemetery. “Yeah. I heard y’all went,” I say, tensing. “How was it?” “It was nice,” she says. “Difficult, but nice…I feel a little better.” “Well…good. Great…Does Mom know you went?” I ask, feeling certain that the answer is no. “I don’t think so….Unless Nolan told her…I haven’t mentioned it to her yet.” “Well, maybe you should tell her? You know—since she’s been wanting you to go for years,” I say. “Yeah. I know. I will,” she says. “I actually need to talk to both of you….”
