That evening, they ate leftovers side by side at the kitchen island. Conversation was minimal—mostly logistical. Elizabeth asked whether they had finalized the order of service. Gwen said not yet. “If you want,” Elizabeth offered, “I can help pull some old hymns. I think Dad liked that green booklet.” Gwen nodded.
The next morning, Gwen found the trash bins had been rolled out to the curb. A small thing, really—but she hadn’t remembered to do it herself. She didn’t mention it. Elizabeth didn’t bring it up either. But it lingered in Gwen’s mind longer than she expected.