Very, very expensive ones: a black Lexus SUV, a Bentley, a Porsche, an Aston Martin. I read the logo on one model and saw it was a Lamborghini. I considered parking my Subaru down the street a ways but chided myself for being silly. I owned it free and clear and knew that not everyone who drove top-of-the-line vehicles could afford them any more than I could. “I haven’t been here for quite some time,” Mrs. Ryland said. I didn’t ask her the reason why. Instead, I said, “I’m going to pull right into the driveway so we won’t have far to walk.” The more time I spent with Mrs. Ryland, the more questions I thought of to ask her. And the fact that Will did not consult his wife’s mother about her final arrangements was unheard of. The least he should have done was make sure she knew about the service, and then sent a car to pick her up. The Bentley would have been a nice, smooth ride for Mrs. Ryland. Mrs.
