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Show _i~_ Peppermint Monda; There was a long pause and I couldn't hear anything but sniffs. I hoped Georgia was saying whatever ma needed to hear. I figured she would. Georgia was good at saying the right things. That was important if your husband planned to be a senator. "He was only seven. He missed so much of life." I could hear ma's sobs clear from the kitchen. I wondered where pa was. He should be helping her through this. "Yes, he looked peaceful." I could picture Russ' contented look, the look he had died with. It was the same way he was sleeping when I had been washing windows. I wondered if Russ was peaceful now. "I'm so glad you can come. Yes, the day after tomorrow. The funeral is at one-o'clock." Georgia was coming to the funeral. I knew Uncle William would come to if he could. I guess Barton was coming along also. Renae would be thrilled. Russ had never liked Barton any better than Jason and me, but I guess he wouldn't object to Barton coming to his funeral. I didn't care one way or the other- I was in no mood to fight with Barton. Cheddar wouldn't be around to upset him either. Jason took Russ' death as bad as I did. I guess boys can cry and still act tough when it's your brother who died. Jason cried a lot. He looked pale and kind of sick. The whiteness of his skin brought out his reddish freckles. He was acting eleven now. I wondered if any one had ever congratulated him for being first to the bridge. I doubted it mattered to Jason anymore. He had been faster and showed more endurance than the seventeen- year-olds. None of that was important now. I hadn't been to many funerals in my lifetime and the ones I had been |
