-to do anything about it.
Everything was ready.
The people arrived for the wake and the funeral service disguised as a party. Alexandria knew that you normally have them on different nights, but she figured that guest would understand and particularly be forgiving since the honoree survived. And Alexandria wouldn't be Alexandria if the she considered the possibility that they might want to come. Obviously, she was right because it was a good turn out. She figured that everyone should be happy because this is the best kind of funeral, the kind where the honoree survives.
"If only I could get Eleanor to get in that coffin. It's only for the eulogy," she thought, " and then she gets to rise from the dead."
She had convinced the funeral attendent to let her rent the room and in turn to borrow the coffin for the ceremony at no charge. Oh Well, lost opportunity, everyone will just have to pretend.
"It's working out," Alexandria said, assuring herself, and sighing at all the things she has to go through for people.
Eleanor was remarkablely alert give the fact that she felt like passing out-
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve to say . . .
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