"Your father would have hated it," Molly said with a shake of her head. "He'd much rather have had fireworks and a marquee. Talk of plugs. Riding in that foolish car of his." Arthur hated funerals, and he would have despised this one.
She stroked her son's hair, not letting him go. "Angie would be so proud of you," she whispered, holding him tightly. "You've been so strong, for me, for the children..." She kissed his cheek, hand still moving slowly over and over his hair.