There was a memorial service for Alyssa, Virginia Thistle, Patricia Fowler, the two other girls in the attic, as well as the two girls buried in the gully. They all were re-buried at Elm Grove except Alyssa. Her mother lived in California and had the body sent there.
I arranged for Tyler to handle everything. Gretchen picked a plot for her mother under a spruce tree on a hill overlooking one of the two duck ponds in Elm Grove.
Perry tried to communicate to his father that the Virginia Thistle case had been solved, but he wasn’t sure if Chester had absorbed the information or not. Nolan only wounded Greg. He was considered a hero and was given a commendation by the Mayor of Dankworth. The excitement of the case motivated him to apply for a job with a big city police department. He has applications in to Youngstown, Cleveland and Dayton.
I promised Viper a job after he graduated from college. He’s already doing odd jobs at the Home. After Nolan’s death I was concerned about replacing him, but the problem solved itself because Clint decided that an embalmer/restoration man had far better hours than a Funeral Director, so with Cookie’s blessing he took the position.
Quilla has become something of a surrogate daughter for me. She comes around and we chat. She does most of the talking. I listen. Give her advice. I enjoy it.
Gretchen took the discovery of the bodies the hardest. Because she’d spent so long believing her mother was still alive, the truth was nearly incomprehensible for her. She demanded from the District Attorney that he initiate proceedings to clear Kyle Thistle’s name in the murder of his wife.
Gretchen and I started going out. She has been trying to get me to reexamine my motives for being a Funeral Director. She thinks that, though it’s a necessary service, it’s a negative and personally non-productive way for me to make money. She says she isn’t sure if she could be seriously involved with someone who’s life is so totally wrapped up in death. I know I have solid people skills. I’m giving what Gretchen said serious consideration, checking into careers in which I could utilize what I’ve learned as a Funeral Director.
In the meantime, I still have to earn a living.
The phone in the Counseling Room is ringing. Someone has died or is about to. I have to answer it.
“Henderson’s Funeral Home. May I help you?”