They had made the trip in silence, Agnes trying to make small talk in the car until finally giving up as Lacey stared morosely out the window. Both were dressed in black dresses and shoes, Agnes's hair in a bun while Lacey wore hers in a ponytail away from her face, They were pensive, Agnes fretting over John's motives and Lacey wondering what her grandmother had been like, why her father had never mentioned her. It was a long trip, both of them relieved to finally stretch their legs as they hopped out of the car.
John met them at the entrance to the cemetery his face grim and his jaw clenched as he spoke "apparently the funeral has already been done. mother's will asking for no one to be present and to just cremate her as her wishes."
He exhaled "just like her" he muttered clearly anno
