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“Or that good, depending on how you look at it” Sacha blows loose strands away frohtens and rolls her shoulders

“The woh “I’hteously How jacked up is that?’ She wrinkles her nose and scowls “It feels awful”

“As far as anyone knows, Imelda was a ht fourth grade at Cypress ularly, volunteered, and had the nerve to be healthy, too” Sacha grimaces

“She seems to be exactly who she appears on paper,” Fel adds

“The only odd thing is the way she died,” Sacha says

“How’s that?” I pour ar cubes, and move my cup and saucer to the side to make room for the manilla f

ile Sacha slides over toward me

“An aneurysm”

“Uncommon, but not unheard of,” I mumble I scan the obituary, coroner’s notes, and i hoe all leave paper trails that draw a picture of e are and hoe live our lives “There’s got to be shady behavior At the least a neighbor she’s feuding with, a sibling she didn’t get along with, or a rival teacher No one’s life is perfect”

“Well, she’s an only child, so you can rule that one out right off the bat,” Sach replies

I roll my eyes “You’re a real helper”

“We’d have to talk to people to get the inside scoop, but with people posting, ‘She’d give you the shirt off her back, and never had an unkind word to speak about anyone,’ I doubt you’re going to find the kind of dirt you’re looking for,” Fel says

“Then why the hell would anyone take her body?” I ask out loud

“Welco Ozzie Osbourne I ad to need it

I pull up behind Fel’s car in Mémé’s driveway Soon this place will be flooded with fao, this would’ve been iether It’s sad that it takes the end of life to wake everyone up to the fact that our days are numbered, and we never knoe’ll meet our end