“Well,” she said, her voice bright and cheery. “Good thing I had Lila send me printed copies before that unfortunate accident.”
“What do you mean, Beverly?”
“Oh, I pulled Lila aside at the wedding and told her to send me a full album as soon as possible. I like to preserve family history. Why don’t you come over on Sunday? We’ll have a little viewing with the family.”It was Beverly.
I was a fool. I actually thought, for a fleeting second, that this was her way of making things right. I thought she’d saved the day.
When we arrived at her house on Sunday, the living room was packed. Family and close friends were all squeezed onto the sofas.
The album sat on the coffee table.
Beverly stood beside it, her hands folded neatly in front of her.
I was a fool.
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