Several small groups continued to linger in the viewing room, taking advantage of the sofas and chairs placed around the walls and talking in quiet tones. Flower arrangements, ordered by Mattie’s acquaintances and delivered by florists, were on all the tables and a few had been set on the floor beside the casket. By the time the line was beginning to thin out, my feet and back were killing me. Standing for that long was not as easy as it once was, but LuAnne and I had shaken hands with each visitor and received condolences as if we were Mattie’s survivors. Almost all the members of the Lila Mae Harding Sunday school class had presented themselves, as they did for every member who predeceased the rest of us. And so did Pastor Ledbetter and his wife, Emma Sue, who was dripping with tears. Emma Sue was a sensitive soul and she cried at the least little thing. The funeral of someone she’d known for years made her a veritable fountain. As Pastor Ledbetter shook my hand, he whispered, “As soon as you can take a break, we’ll talk.”
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