Now Say You're Sorry by Barbara Fournier

Author:Barbara Fournier [Fournier, Barbara]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 57

Teresa Kelsey had gone to great lengths to give her husband the sendoff she wanted, not the one he deserved. Arrangements were made for the viewing to take place from 4-8pm at the funeral home with a full U.S. Army color guard at his side. She thought that would be a nice touch. He was a veteran after all. An American flag would be draped over his coffin and sprays of red white and blue flowers would surround him. Mrs. Kelsey, grieving wife of the beloved Sergeant, dressed to perfection, including a black veil to cover her face. She loved pomp and circumstance. An overstuffed, high-backed armchair with blue satin fabric would be easily accessible if she felt faint. She had asked the funeral director to place Sergeant Kelsey’s obituary online so no one could say they didn’t see it. It was a long and over the top listing of his accomplishments.

Mrs. Kelsey arrived at the funeral home in high fashion. Limousine and all. One thing she did not count on was no one showing up to pay their respects. Word had spread throughout the city that the Sergeant was suspected as one of the men that raped a young woman, even if there was no real proof yet.

“How did this happen?” she yelled at the funeral director. “Why is no one here?”

He didn’t know how to answer except to say, “Maybe they will show up a little bit later. It is very early, Mrs. Kelsey. Some people work and like to eat dinner before they attend these things.”

She didn’t say a word. Just strode over to her throne-like blue satin chair and sat down with a huff. Lace hankie at the ready. She nodded to the soldier standing at her husband’s side. There wasn’t much else she could do. Around 5:30pm a few people walked into the funeral home, mostly to catch a glimpse of the show going on rather than paying respects. Teresa Kelsey was gracious as they walked past his casket and offered her their condolences. They were mostly patrons of the hotel and café.

When calling hours concluded, Teresa exited the funeral home to find a crowd of about twenty people waiting for her outside. For a brief moment she thought they came in honor of her Martin. How wrong she was. It was mostly reporters throwing questions at her fast and furious. The rest were angry Cromwell residents that wanted answers about his involvement with Adam Chandler’s daughter. They encircled her. Vehement questions shot at her like bullets from a gun. She was scared and enraged all at the same time. She felt as if she were suffocating. She became dizzy and tipped slightly to the right, grabbed the handrail, and slumped down onto the funeral home steps.

“Please leave me alone!” she pleaded.

Sitting there on the cold stone step, all she could think was this is the thanks I get? All the hard work I put in to give him a proper sendoff was for naught.

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