“What are you talking about?! I said it would look nicer if it was in green and pink!” Eddie was almost shouting now.
“Oh like you know anything! Those are awful together in the first place! Absolutely not at a funeral!” Patricia kept trying to tell him. “And definitely not at Granny Martin’s funeral. I just want to make everything perfect for Nina.” She was whispering now.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just in panic mood.”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Just hurry up and put these flowers below the casket.”
Patricia didn’t have any streaks in her hair. At least not today. Too spunky for an all-black funeral. Eddie was in a formal suit. His hair was shorter than usual because he had just gotten a haircut yesterday. Of course by order of his wife, Patricia Williamson.
“So what colors do you want the back of the picture boards to be?” Eddie asked softly. Amber had neatly arranged a bunch of pictures of Nina’s grandmother’s life all over a couple small bulletin boards. To hide the brown part of the board they had to put paper on the back.
“A dark purple and navy blue, maybe?” Patricia said calmly.
“Sounds good, hon.” Eddie was being a little sweeter then usual. He hadn’t called her Yacker all day! Probably not to kill the mood at a funeral, she assumed.
“Hi everyone! Long time, no see, huh?” A dark skinned girl with black curls came out of the corridor. She looked shy as she half-waved at them.
“Mara!” Patricia dropped the papers on the floor and ran over to hug her old friend.
“Haha. How long has it been? A year and a half about, right? Since the wedding.” Mara asked as she let loose of the tight hug.
“Yeah I think so! Not too long,eh? But I still missed you so much!”
“Hey! How much do you think I’ve missed you? And Eddie! Come here” She walked over to him with her arms extended out so they could hug.
“Hi Mara. How’s it been?” Eddie pulled her into a big hug too.
“Oh wonderful! Jerome and I have been so happy in our little house! And how about you? Still American, huh? I can tell by the same old accent!” She laughed in enjoyment.
“Yup, still American. Still putting up with Yacker!” Eddie laughed at his own little punch.
“Hey!” Patricia playfully shouted back at him. She knew he was just kidding, obviously. “Yeah, where is Jerome?” She asked.
“Oh, well,” Mara looked back over her shoulder and wiggled around, not moving her feet. “He should be coming in any second now. He just had to park the car.”
“Okay, well you look AMAZING, Mara!” Patricia exclaimed.
“Oh! Thank you! So do you. Where are your extensions?”
“At home. To weird at a funeral. Oh look! Jerome...and Alfie!” Patricia shouted. Jerome and Alfie looked busy catching up and Amber was in the bathroom fixing her makeup. Amber had come early to help and left Alfie at home.
“This is like an Anubis family reunion! Haha!” Patricia ran over to the bathroom door to try and get Amber out.
“Amber! Your missing everybody. Mara and Jerome are here and your own husband!” Patricia banged on the door loudly.
Amber stepped out of the bathroom with the hairbrush still in her hand. “Oh!I don’t care about him, I see him every day of my life.” She says. “But where’s Jerome and Mara?!” She ran right past Patricia.
“Hi, everybody!” Amber says. They all catch up with each other and there’s warm hugs all around.
“Where on earth is Nina?! It’s her grandmother!” Amber said quietly.
“Shush, Amber! That’s not very nice when we’re actually at Gran’s funeral!” Jerome shout-whispered.
“Sor-ry! I just wanted to know!”
“Amber honey, let’s go look at those pictures you put together.” Alfie suggested.
“Fine, but they better not be booby-trapped!” She told him as he pushed her forward. Amber was wearing an elegant black silk dress that reached her knee’s. It was the middle of the summer so it was burning hot in England.
And as if on cue, Nina came walking through the corridor with Fabian right behind her. She was wearing a little black dress with a black see-through shawl wrapped around her. The tip of her nose was red like she was cold and her eyes were all puffy and red. She had just been crying, no doubt. Fabian looked great too. In an amazing tuxedo that may have been the one from their wedding. He had one arm around her like he was supporting her. It seemed that if he let go, she would just collapse on the floor.