Passing the medicine cabinet mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself and the hollowed, dark circles under her eyes. Ignoring them, she stripped off her pajamas and stepped into the tub. Turning the shower on full force, she stood beneath the needle hot spray and let the water beat down on her, turning her face up to it until the water ran cool and she thought she might be able to get through the funeral service with some semblance of composure, providing Edna steered clear of her. They should be comforting one another, and would have been if they had had a normal aunt/niece relationship, if they were a normal family, but they didn't and never would. And now she knew why. She supposed she should be grateful to Edna for laying the truth out there for her, but she wasn't. Not even a little bit. Which didn't mean she would have wanted to go on living a lie. It was the way she did it—using the obituary to lash out at her. To let the world know that she was of no significance in this family: that she didn't belong.
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