Jill handed me one of those little plastic cups they always have at functions. I sniffed – Jill has a nasty sense of humor – but it was just water, so I sipped gratefully.
"Well, that wasn't too bad," she murmured, watching Judy's back retreating across the room.
"Not too bad," I agreed. "We'll have to leave together in case she hired someone to wait for us in the parking lot, though."
She snorted.
One of the attendants came in to announce that the service was about to start, and everyone found chairs. I definitely wasn't ready to say goodbye to my friend Eleanor, but it wasn't going to get any easier, and Judy wasn't going to want me around any longer.
After the service – it was unbearably long, thanks to Eleanor's ultra-religious children – Judy announced a "private" (read: invitati
