Another pause.
“I just want today to go smoothly. For everyone.”
“I know you cared for him.”
When Aunt Sammie arrived, she greeted the lawyer by name and shook his hand like they were old friends. She kissed my cheek, and the smell of rose hand cream clung to my skin long after she’d stepped away.
She wore pearls and soft pink lipstick, her blonde hair swept into a bun that made her look younger.
When the lawyer began reading the will, she kept dabbing her eyes with a tissue she hadn’t used until someone else looked her way.
She kissed my cheek.
When he finished and asked if there were any questions, I stood.
“I’d like to say something.”
The room quieted, and I met my aunt’s eyes. “You didn’t lose a sister when my mother died. You lost control.”
