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“Life rolls on.” Benjy shrugged. “It’s too big to slow down or to pause over something as commonplace as death.”
“Why did you change your mind about us going?” With a sheepish grin, Benjy shrugged. “I realized you were right.” “Of course I was,” Hetty laughed. “I always am.”
“Interesting is the word I would use.” Benjy shrugged as they headed toward the cemetery gate. “But I suppose that does describe all of our friends.”
“I promise I won’t do anything to you, unless you plan to be difficult.” “Have you not heard the gossip? I’m always difficult.”
“You,” Clarence sputtered, waving the wood at her, “are being very difficult!” “I warned you,” Hetty replied, and ducked when he returned fire.
I’m used to hearing terrible things being said about me, but good things, it turns out, are no better—I feel like I’ve got spiders crawling along my skin. It makes me nervous that when I really do mess up what you’ll think.” “Just remember,” Penelope teased, “you can hardly go lower in our opinion.” “I feel so much better,”
“Hetty,” Thomas said, as he popped his head into the kitchen. “Have a moment to spare? I need a voice of reason, and I suppose you’ll have to do.”
“I hope you aren’t still bored,” Hetty teased. His laugh was a rumble in her ears. “With you in my life, that is simply not possible!”
she saw many other times—be they bewildering, sad, or joyous—all with the people she considered family.
