Chapter 26Dana Rossi-Crane
Saturday, March 14th, 2015
The viewing and funeral were held at Edith’s church. Mel and I waited in line between rows of pews for several minutes before we reached the bier and the little cache of actual blood relatives Edith Mason had left.
Janet, standing closest to the casket, was holding up about as well as could be expected, better even than under the circumstances I’d found her in on Wednesday morning. Leslie was right by her side today which, I thought, was giving her some measure of comfort. She seemed to be close to her aunt.
“Dana, Mel, this is my Aunt Rhoda; my mother’s other sister,” Janet introduced us. “Aunt Rhoda, Dana helped with a lot of the arrangements for today and Mel is actually my boss; Sheriff Melissa Crane.”
Rhoda eyed me and then Me
