Chapter 37

The day of my mom’s memorial service came too soon.Jeff and I had made the trek to my house and found picture albums my grandma wanted for the service.Pamela,Jeff,and I had spent the day before putting them together on several large foam boards.

Grandma had always been crafty,so she had run to a scrapbooking store and purchased ribbons,fake flowers,and stickers to decorate the place.She was determined to create a space worthy of my mom.I had to admit,I was pretty impressed.

The weight of our mutual confessions allowed Jeff and I to finally put away the weirdness between us—at least for a while—and get back to being best friends.Things were bound to change in some way,we both knew that.But not yet.