Mother had probably never dreamed that she could still be so honored after her death.
City and county leaders had come to offer their condolences in droves, which was a great source of prestige when spoken of.
Amelia Clarke wanted to smile, but tears inexplicably started to fall from her eyes, and her upturned corners of her mouth gradually fell.
The stream of visitors offering condolences was endless; shadows of people flickered in front of her and the sound of "Exercise restraint and accept the change" never ceased beside her ears.
It wasn't until after four in the afternoon that Owen Moreland returned.
