Map of the Passages

Map of the Passages — page 5
for her funeral She must have spoken about it with Reverend Prospero in person or perhaps with Frankie del Latte I couldn’t imagine either scenario Cumai had always been a mystery to me just like the old mill that had been her home which looked nothing like a mill She was an eccentric woman with large blue eyes and a long neck like a daisy stem I said hello to her every once in a while when I went fishing but I never really spoke to her in all my thirteen and a half years Now I was sorry for that It’s a terrible feeling to go to the funeral of someone whose voice you can’t even remember I followed my father’s lead and stood in the circle around the unlit bonfire with the other men Did you check to make sure you don’t have any iron in your pockets my father asked me I nodded His mood was as black as his clothing It wasn’t the first funeral we’d gone to together and it wouldn’t be the last but it was without a doubt the