“Put those by the window, Nathan,” Lorraine said. “The flowers should be where people can see them.”
I looked at Hannah’s hands again.
“Who arranged her like this?”
Lorraine straightened the cuff of her blouse.
“The hospital staff did what they could. We have enough to manage without picking apart every detail.”
Caleb stood near the mantel with his hands in his pockets. He looked at the lilies, then at me.
“Brother, you just got home.”
“I know.”
“You should sit down.”
I set the lilies on the side table. One stem rolled against the vase and stopped.
Hannah would have straightened it.
I reached toward it, then stopped when I saw the black button again.
“Why is there a button in her hand?”
Neither of them answered.
One of the housekeepers lowered her eyes and began gathering the folded programs from the coffee table.
Lorraine moved closer.
“Nathan, this is not the time.”
