She was redressed in the suit with her bag over her shoulder and an urn in her hands. As he drifted along the path, he saw her diverge toward a picnic shelter. There, she removed the lid from the urn and dumped the ashes into a barbeque pit. “Ashes to ashes,” she murmured with a satisfied smile. She then tossed the urn into a nearby drum marked ‘Refuse’ and dusted off her hands. From there she went to a copy shop and had half a dozen copies of his Death Certificate made. Apparently, Brian thought, it’s time to file at least one insurance claim. No doubt the life insurance policy would be the first on the list. He popped back to his mother’s house and found her still pacing the floor. Had she been pacing all day? She went to the phone, picked it up and punched in a number, tapping her foot while she waited for someone to answer. “Cindy, apparently you’ve left for the day. This is Vivian Forrester, I was just wondering if you’ve heard anything from Brian.
