The Cottage

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grave site. She stared at the elderly woman, embarrassed by her lack of control. She shook

her head slowly then fumbled in her purse for another tissue.

"Are you a friend of the family, dear?"

Jill cleared her throat, her voice hoarse from crying. "Excuse me. But what?"

"She was so young. You were close?"

Jill nodded then blew her nose.

"I didn't know the family. They rarely went to church," the woman said with just a hint of

disapproval in her voice. "But my niece works at one of his stores."

"I see." Jill dabbed at her eyes, cursing herself for coming. She knew it would serve no

purpose. She'd already said her good-byes. But no, she had to come. She wanted to see

them. And it only served to accentuate her breakdown. A breakdown in front of a perfect

stranger.

"I come to visit my Eddie nearly every day. He's been gone three years now."

Jill frowned, turned and stared at the monument she was leaning against. Edward