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there I could keep an eye on the proceedings. “You go and have a seat, Basil,” I urged him. “I’ll have to stay back here.”
Pastor Green launched into a speech about Lewis. I wondered how he could be so creative, talking about someone he had never met. While he was used to doing so, usually the loved ones had given him a lot more to go on than Violet and Norbert had.
Just then, the door opened. Everyone turned to look at the late arrivals, and all looked shocked. From where I was standing, the door itself obscured my view of whoever it was, but they seemed to be creating quite a stir. As they shut the door behind then, I realized why.
It was Mom. For some bizarre reason, she was wearing a brown wig with long, intricately tied braids with a blue bow and ribbons. Her dress was of blue gingham check and her blouse had white puff sleeves. Her socks were blue, and I did a double-take when I saw that her shoes were red.
Now it was beginning to make sense. When Mom snooped around my office, she must have seen my notes on the Wizard of Oz funeral for the following week. That, together with her declaring that she was going to be more supportive from now on, had led to her dressing as Dorothy and attending this funeral, a funeral she had obviously confused with the Wizard of Oz funeral. I almost felt sorry for her.
Ian was a whole other matter. He had a bright red, studded leather collar around his neck, and he was wearing a dark gray furry dog suit, along with a black mask complete with dog ears. I think Mom had tried to dress him as Toto, but had somehow missed the mark. The impression that he gave was not Wizard of Oz at all, and by the looks on everyone’s faces, I didn’t think I was the only one with that thought. It also didn’t help that Mom had him on a leash and he was crawling on his hands and knees.
Chapter 10
I knew I had to get Mom away from the funeral. Bizarrely, she didn’t appear to be perturbed by the fact that nobody else was dressed up. Pastor Green cleared his throat loudly, causing everyone to look back to the front. He continued the service. Mom found a seat and made herself comfortable, while Ian sat on his haunches in the aisle next to her.
I shuffled over to her, trying my best not to disturb anybody too much as I shoved past them and took a seat next to her. “Mom,” I hissed. “What are you doing?”
“Be quiet, Laurel. He’s giving a euphemism,” Mom replied without looking at me. Ian also maintained his direct stare at Pastor Green, and that was significantly creepier due to his outfit.
I sighed. “Eulogy, Mom, not euphemism. Why are you dressed like that?” I was sure I knew the answer, but I wanted her to reach the conclusion on her own. If I flat out told her that this wasn’t the Wizard of Oz funeral, she’d find some way to turn it against me. I could imagine it vividly. Oh, Laurel, you’re so paranoid. I had no idea about a Wizard of Oz funeral. I can’t believe you’d accuse me of snooping around your office. I considered for a moment that having an argument with her might be less embarrassing than just having them around, although I quickly realized that drawing attention to myself in their presence was the last thing I wanted or needed.
“Because I’m at a funeral , Laurel. Please be quiet! You’re acting very strangely.” Mom said this with such a straight face that for a brief moment I felt like I was the insane one. That feeling passed when I noticed she was still gripping Ian’s leash.
We sat in the most awkward silence of my life for several minutes until Pastor Green was done. I found myself marveling at his ability to keep a straight face and continue speaking normally, especially given that more than half the crowd kept turning around to stare at my mother and Ian. I considered walking away several times, but didn’t want to have to push past anybody and draw more attention to myself.
I’d spent the better part of the eulogy
Pastor Green launched into a speech about Lewis. I wondered how he could be so creative, talking about someone he had never met. While he was used to doing so, usually the loved ones had given him a lot more to go on than Violet and Norbert had.
Just then, the door opened. Everyone turned to look at the late arrivals, and all looked shocked. From where I was standing, the door itself obscured my view of whoever it was, but they seemed to be creating quite a stir. As they shut the door behind then, I realized why.
It was Mom. For some bizarre reason, she was wearing a brown wig with long, intricately tied braids with a blue bow and ribbons. Her dress was of blue gingham check and her blouse had white puff sleeves. Her socks were blue, and I did a double-take when I saw that her shoes were red.
Now it was beginning to make sense. When Mom snooped around my office, she must have seen my notes on the Wizard of Oz funeral for the following week. That, together with her declaring that she was going to be more supportive from now on, had led to her dressing as Dorothy and attending this funeral, a funeral she had obviously confused with the Wizard of Oz funeral. I almost felt sorry for her.
Ian was a whole other matter. He had a bright red, studded leather collar around his neck, and he was wearing a dark gray furry dog suit, along with a black mask complete with dog ears. I think Mom had tried to dress him as Toto, but had somehow missed the mark. The impression that he gave was not Wizard of Oz at all, and by the looks on everyone’s faces, I didn’t think I was the only one with that thought. It also didn’t help that Mom had him on a leash and he was crawling on his hands and knees.
Chapter 10
I knew I had to get Mom away from the funeral. Bizarrely, she didn’t appear to be perturbed by the fact that nobody else was dressed up. Pastor Green cleared his throat loudly, causing everyone to look back to the front. He continued the service. Mom found a seat and made herself comfortable, while Ian sat on his haunches in the aisle next to her.
I shuffled over to her, trying my best not to disturb anybody too much as I shoved past them and took a seat next to her. “Mom,” I hissed. “What are you doing?”
“Be quiet, Laurel. He’s giving a euphemism,” Mom replied without looking at me. Ian also maintained his direct stare at Pastor Green, and that was significantly creepier due to his outfit.
I sighed. “Eulogy, Mom, not euphemism. Why are you dressed like that?” I was sure I knew the answer, but I wanted her to reach the conclusion on her own. If I flat out told her that this wasn’t the Wizard of Oz funeral, she’d find some way to turn it against me. I could imagine it vividly. Oh, Laurel, you’re so paranoid. I had no idea about a Wizard of Oz funeral. I can’t believe you’d accuse me of snooping around your office. I considered for a moment that having an argument with her might be less embarrassing than just having them around, although I quickly realized that drawing attention to myself in their presence was the last thing I wanted or needed.
“Because I’m at a funeral , Laurel. Please be quiet! You’re acting very strangely.” Mom said this with such a straight face that for a brief moment I felt like I was the insane one. That feeling passed when I noticed she was still gripping Ian’s leash.
We sat in the most awkward silence of my life for several minutes until Pastor Green was done. I found myself marveling at his ability to keep a straight face and continue speaking normally, especially given that more than half the crowd kept turning around to stare at my mother and Ian. I considered walking away several times, but didn’t want to have to push past anybody and draw more attention to myself.
I’d spent the better part of the eulogy
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