C6 Chapter 6
Christa folded Abel Gard’s summer coat and placed it in one of the neat piles on the double bed. Her movements were slow and thoughtful. She ran her hand over the clothes and her eyes were sad.
It was strange how much tougher it was to see a deceased person’s clothes than it was to take part in his funeral. These things no longer had an owner
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