I reached out and reverently touched the urn as if to wish Penny one last farewell. Again Sam answered when I called their house. I knew that I was not the only one hurting over this tragedy. I leaned bodily against a huge shady oak tree, not trusting myself to be able to remain upright as the priest began the eulogy with a short prayer. Maggie reached up with one hand and gently wiped it away before patting my hand held in hers. Penny’s right eye teared up and she closed it tightly in frustration at not being able to say anything. Sometime later the same nurse that had tried to bar Maggie from seeing Penny came out of the bay and knelt down in front of Maggie. Her hand went limp in mine. Sam, she was dressed in a modest black dress with black stockings and some sort of dress sandals with heels.
