She found a few tables occupied, while others had been readied with white linen tablecloths, flickering candles, and elegant place settings. She was happy to see that Drayton had pulled out the Shelley chintz cups and saucers. Their tiny, colorful print lit up the tables and lent a nice bit of British cheer. Drayton finished scooping tea leaves into a matching Shelley teapot, then glanced up at her. “How was the funeral?” “Sad,” she said. “And a little strange.” He glanced at his watch, an old Piaget that ran perpetually slow. “I must say you’re back sooner than expected. Didn’t you all troop out to the cemetery?” “No cemetery,” said Theodosia. “Granville was cremated.” Haley stepped out from the back of the shop. “What’s Delaine planning to do?” she asked. “Keep his ashes in an urn over her fireplace?” “Noooo,”
