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Steve
sent
her
upstairs
to
dress
--
the
final
test
of
her
ability
to
cope
,
really
--
and
when
she
came
down
wearing
a
simple
black
dress
belted
at
the
waist
and
carrying
a
small
black
clutch
bag
(
an
evening
bag
,
really
)
,
Steve
decided
she
was
all
right
,
and
Jud
concurred
.
Steve
drove
her
into
town
.
He
stood
with
Surrendra
Hardu
in
the
lobby
of
the
East
Room
and
watched
Rachel
drift
down
the
aisle
toward
the
flower-buried
coffin
like
a
wraith
.
"
How
is
it
going
,
Steve
?
"
Surrendra
asked
quietly
.
"
Going
fucking
terrible
,
"
Steve
said
in
a
low
,
harsh
voice
.
"
How
did
you
think
it
was
going
?
"
"
I
thought
it
was
probably
going
fucking
terrible
,
"
Surrendra
said
and
sighed
.
The
trouble
really
began
at
the
morning
viewing
,
when
Irwin
Goldman
refused
to
shake
hands
with
his
son-in-law
.
The
sight
of
so
many
friends
and
relatives
had
actually
forced
Louis
out
of
the
web
of
shock
a
little
,
had
forced
him
to
notice
what
was
going
on
and
be
outward
.
He
had
reached
that
stage
of
malleable
grief
that
funeral
directors
are
so
used
to
handling
and
turning
to
its
best
advantage
.
Louis
was
moved
around
like
a
counter
in
a
Parcheesi
game
.
Outside
the
East
Room
was
a
small
foyer
where
people
could
smoke
and
sit
in
overstuffed
easy
chairs
.
The
chairs
looked
as
if
they
might
have
come
directly
from
a
distress
sale
at
some
old
English
men
's
club
that
had
gone
broke
.
Beside
the
door
leading
into
the
viewing
room
was
a
small
easel
,
black
metal
chased
with
gold
,
and
on
this
easel
was
a
small
sign
which
said
simply
GAGE
WILLIAM
CREED
.
If
you
went
across
this
spacious
white
building
that
looked
misleadingly
like
a
comfortable
old
house
,
you
came
to
an
identical
foyer
,
this
one
outside
the
West
Room
,
where
the
sign
on
the
easel
read
ALBERTA
BURNHAM
NEDEAU
.
At
the
back
of
the
house
was
the
Riverfront
Room
.
The
easel
to
the
left
of
the
door
between
the
foyer
and
this
room
was
blank
;
it
was
not
in
use
on
this
Tuesday
morning
.
Downstairs
was
the
coffin
showroom
,
each
model
lit
by
a
baby
spotlight
mounted
on
the
ceiling
.
If
you
looked
up
--
Louis
had
,
and
the
funeral
director
had
frowned
severely
at
him
--
it
looked
as
if
there
were
a
lot
of
strange
animals
roosting
up
there
.
Jud
had
come
with
him
on
Sunday
,
the
day
after
Gage
had
died
,
to
pick
out
a
coffin
.
They
had
gone
downstairs
,
and
instead
of
immediately
turning
right
into
the
coffin
showroom
,
Louis
,
dazed
,
had
continued
straight
on
down
the
hallway
toward
a
plain
white
swinging
door
,
the
sort
you
see
communicating
between
restaurant
dining
rooms
and
the
kitchen
.
Both
Jud
and
the
funeral
director
had
said
quickly
and
simultaneously
,
"
Not
that
way
,
"
and
Louis
had
followed
them
away
from
that
swinging
door
obediently
.
He
knew
what
was
behind
that
door
though
.
His
uncle
had
been
an
undertaker
.
