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The Funeral of a Mother and Daughter
Marline had apparently never been to a funeral before. Her daughters suspected that she had a very unclear idea of what was going on. The girls were aware of their mother peering surreptitiously around, unable to break her old habit of expecting philip to arrive to get her out of this. Charlotte and lulu looked volumes at each other at home. They fussed around marline who submitted limply to their ministrations. Then they kissed her and took off, admiringly, piece by piece, in reverse order, all the items they'd dress her up in for the day's drama. Sun glasses, black chiffon head scarf, royal blue gloves because