“Mark!” Aunt Honey shouted. “That’s right, you’d better pick up when I call . . . Don’t you sweet-talk me. Listen . . . Listen! Your sister is sitting across . . . I don’t care . . . I don’t care. You’re going to get in your truck and drive over here because we have to plan their service . . . You have not planned their service . . . You do that and you’ll need to toss my dead body in the water first . . . Mark? Mark. Mark! Get your fanny over here now.” She hung up. “He’s on his way,” she said.
