Remember at the memorial? Izzy hadn’t appeared, so they started the service without her. When she finally did arrive, she couldn’t sit still, roaming around the church, taking pictures on her cell phone, a closeup of the candles burning, of the flowers, of the minister at the lectern. Mona had to escort Izzy back to their pew, but Izzy broke loose, climbed up to the choir loft in the back of the church to take photos
