'Will there be anything else, ma'am?'
'Not for right now, Emma. Not for right now.'
Emma thought how you didn't often hear Mrs Tappley's voice this soft and sentimental.
But tonight she sat in the darkened den watching all the old films of her son Peter when he was growing up.
How she loved those old films, Emma thought.
Some nights Mrs Tappley would stay in the den until midnight, and sob with such great pain and loss that Emma herself would begin to cry.
Losing a son that way, in the electric chair.
No wonder the woman watched the old films so often, and cried so hard.