Mom Katherine frowned and then called out to him. “Phillip? What’s wrong?” But Alicia heard him close the door. “What’s wrong with him?” “We had an argument.” “Oh. Well, sometimes that’s what married people do.” Miss Thelma laughed. “Isn’t that the truth? I argued with my Johnny all the time, God rest his soul. But we wouldn’t have traded each other for anything.” Mom Katherine patted her hand on the table. “Go ahead and sit down, sweetheart. He’ll be fine, and maybe you should just give him some time alone. He’s probably just a little on edge because he’s hurting so badly over his father.” Alicia took a seat and hung her Gucci shoulder bag over the back of the chair, the one she’d bought herself for graduation. Her mother-in-law and Miss Thelma were sorting through photos. “Is there anything I can do?” “Well, once we pick out a few good photos of Phil and also some family photos we can use, we’ll still need to pick out a suit for your father-in-law so we can get it over to the funeral home by tomorrow.
