Scenes of grief occupy the day. Phone calls to relatives. Their comings and goings at Hope's home all throughout the day. Rushing uptown to Columbia to tell Faith the news. And finding her still asleep at noon. Having to wake her and get her ready. To go home. And face everyone. And everything.
Scenes play and replay. As if on a continuous loop. Of grief. And mourning.
Memories that will be etched forever in Hope's mind. And her heart. On her soul.
On their collective memories. And their minds. And hearts. And souls.
Making plans for the funeral. With Hope's great aunt as the funeral director.
Hope stands at attention throughout the family meeting. Her father off to the side of the dining room table. Permanently sidelined. Now that Hope's mother's family is present. Accounted for. And taking charge.
Hope holds hands with her cousins. Hugs her aunts and uncles while they cry. And cry.
All looking so lost. Now that Truth is gone.
Forever.
Hope fills tea cups, keeps things flowing in the main kitchen. On the first floor.
Command central. For the massive operations.
Of leavetaking. And grieving. And mourning.
So much emotion. Ebbs and flows. All day. And night.
And Hope has not said a single word.
In hours now.
Hope's hours. Her divine office. Praying constantly for their healing.
By day's end. Relatives fall away. One by one.
Like dominoes. Leaning on one another for support.
Charity leaves with her husband John. Off to the Four Seasons. To settle in comfortably.
With the rest of the family at The Pierre. With Grandpa Primo.
And Grace.
Mark escorts Faith. Back uptown.
And Hope's father just disappears. Fades from view.
Leaving Hope.
At peace.
After absorbing so much. Swirling around her. All day. And night.
Hope is exhausted by their emotions. Thrown at her. All at once. With no relief in sight.
She retreats. Up the stairs.
Silently moving forward.
Swaying with exhaustion. And realizing all too late. That she hasn't eaten all day.
Hope crashes. As she ascends.
Dylan one flight behind.
Paulo at Hope's side.
Catches her.
As Hope falls.


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