I heard the black-clad guests murmuring: “Such a fine set-up.” “Yes, she loved those dolls.” “That Lo’Retta, just always thinking up the best ideas.” “Makes me want to die myself to get this send-off.”ĭear God! She had Duke out. Cecily had a thousand dolls in her home, and Lo’Retta had snagged the best. Lo’retta had rows of china dolls all across the bier. Not hers, but one with HOLY BIBLE in big gold letters, like a saint would have. Cecily propped up in the open coffin, her spectacles on and her hands folded over a Bible. Flowers, flounces, and candles, like you’d expect for a woman like Cecily. I got to Lo’Retta’s place just five minutes before the service. Sunday is the day of rest (though we don’t call it that), and on Monday we scan the obits. His eyes popped right open Ma Willoughby plopped right over and almost had a new customer right then and there.įrances left, and I returned to the paperwork. Scared the bejesus out of Ma Willoughby.” We’d been adjusting Mr. He should look like he’s sleeping forever, not like he’s taking a short nap. And for God’s sake, not too life-like, Frances. “You want Castleberry front or back?” Castleberry was the richest dead lawyer this year, and I’d snatched him from Lo’Retta, now madder than a shampooed cat. She ran the Haven of Eternal Rest Funeral Home across town, rival to my own Weeping Birches Mortuary Services.Īnd she wanted me dead as a corpse in a gold-plated coffin.įrances, my cold-box assistant, interrupted me. A ring for every man who snagged her, and a hefty settlement when he discovered he hadn’t. Lo’Retta HiLeen Roubidoux, from “near Atlanta,” with more bleach than peach to her Georgia good looks.
#MATLOCK DONT SLEEP CRACKED#
I put down my cellphone, certain that Lo’Retta had cracked the screen when she hung up. “ROGER DAWKINS-YOU ARE THE DEVIL IN A GRAY SILK SUIT!” Early bird gets the worm.Īnd so do the dead. “Services provided by Eternal Rest.” Lo’Retta had beat me out again. A good-sized family who’d want a good show. "A 30-Sentence Kid In The Front Row Story, by 28 A.There it was, in black and white: Cecily VanDeGroot, dead at 88.Sundays with Steve - For the Love of Flying.
I am usually pretty shy and reticent talking or writing about 'some things'.
and current on things that effect the world today and stuff like that.
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