Ambler Fieldstone was held at the Whaling Church at noon the next day. Rain fell steadily. The police had closed off Main Street and an overflow of mourners and celebrants waited on the brick sidewalk in the gray drizzle. Audrey Fieldstone, wearing a nicely fitted black silk designer suit that set off her red hair, emerged from the church, followed by a stream of mourners. She held the stout arm of Toby the undertaker, who was several inches taller. They stood in the shelter of the portico. Audrey gazed at the umbrellas below her. Katie Bowen, who was in the crowd on the sidewalk, shielded her notebook with the flap of her yellow slicker and looked away briefly while she drew the hood over her hair. When she looked up again, Colley had come out of the door of the church and was heading toward the widow. Calpurnia followed her husband. Katie pushed to the front of the crowd and climbed the side steps of the church, where she was sheltered from the rain and could hear without being obvious.
