it’s after five. I’d better get going. I think the limo’s
coming a little after six.” He ambled to the front door.
“Psst!” It was Renie, lurking behind the archway
that divided the entry hall and the living room.
“Where’ve you been? I pieced the statement together.”
“You did?” Judith hurried to join her cousin. “How
is it?”
“Stilted,” Renie said, flapping a half-dozen sheets of
yellow paper at Judith. “It’s the kind of corporate copy
that makes me want to shoot all writers and fill up
space with graphic designs instead.”
Judith held out her hand. “Let me see.”
“No,” Renie retorted, “don’t read this hodgepodge.
I’ve written it out in what’s probably close to the final
draft.” She held up the last sheet and began to read
what she’d patched together: “
interposed before continuing, “
said Renie.
“That’s it?” Judith inquired, sitting on the arm of the
sofa.
“No,” Renie responded. “That’s the end of what Eugenia said. There’s more, but not much. In fact, there
were about three concluding statements they might
have used. The gist was that Bruno should be remembered for his many successes, rather than for
Judith didn’t respond immediately. When she did,
her words didn’t pertain to failure or success. “Do you
suppose Bruno really had health problems?”
Renie hesitated before answering. She flipped
through the discarded pages, then tapped her finger on
several fragments of writing. “There are some notes
