Chapter 32: NOT GOING BACK

Flynn glanced at me, then at my aunt, and reached out and held my hand over the table. "I know. I was waiting for us to finish breakfast before I said anything. Do you want me to take you to the airport to meet the plane?" Auntie Joan shook her head. "I don't think I could cope with that heartbreaking sight."

I swallowed noisily at the thought of a funeral- type cavalcade of cars, and the mental image almost choked me. "Will they be in caskets?" I heard myself ask in a small voice.

"Of course. They may be transported to the funeral home in a black van, though. You want me to find out those arrangements?" Flynn asked.

I nodded. I could cope with a black van, not if they were in funeral hearses with us traveling behind them. The memorial was going to be bad enough, and I knew I couldn't have faced the strain of that heartache twice.