Bab 86: Chapter Thirty-two

The town packed the shed. There weren't enough chairs, so people stood in rows and only the families of the dead had seats. Tables crossed the front covered with pictures. Children's school pictures, family gatherings, fishing and hunting photos all showed the lives of people who they'd lost.

Leigh had decided not to invite any dignitaries. She didn't want this to turn into a media frenzy. It was a family service. The media would get their turn, but not here, not now. Each of the families had been given a chance to speak, to tell a story about the person. Most had agreed.

It was cold outside, but the air in the shed was already stifling. Leigh hoped no one fainted. She walked out to the center of the tables and picked up the microphone.