Then Katie was beside me. “Jason? Are you all right, dear?”

I nodded. Wherever we all end up going, he was there now- where he knew the answers to all my questions and where I couldn’t ask them of him. I looked around again at the strength and ferocity of that place with its hard stone and unrelenting breakers. It was everything hard, without mercy or forgiveness. I hoped he’d enjoy it.

“Come on, let’s go back.” Katie sounded nervous. She knew me well enough to want me away from the cliff.

“Don’t worry.” The moment was over. I took her hand and we strolled back to the others.

We stood for the right number of minutes in the rolling clouds and sun, nodding to the mourners, saying the proper words. The cloud shadows were chill, a reminder that the New England summer would soon have its own abrupt end.

“I’m getting cold, dear.”

I hadn’t noticed Francine next to us. The last I’d seen her, she’d been talking to the senator.

“You should go home, Mother,” Katie said. “I’ll call tonight.”We watched her skitter across the grass, like a little crab.

“I’m getting cold, too,” I said.

“No, you aren’t.”

“Let’s go home anyway.”

My own car was waiting for us. I was about to open the door for Katie when Melvin’s lawyer waddled over to us.

Fred Spellman was a nice man. He must have been very smart to have been Privy Counsellor, but I’d never seen him in action. To us, he had always been Uncle Fred, and I had better childhood memories of him than of Melvin.

He gave me a paternal pat on the back and kissed Katie’s hand, and I might have thought he’d been crying. But he took a deep breath and pulled himself together.

“Well, well.” Then he paused and took another breath and tried again. “Well. We have some things to discuss, Jason, my boy. I need to have you and Eric come see me.”