Charlie's mother, completely unaware of her outfit, smiled and waved at Lucy, "Lucy, look, how does this dress look on me?"
Lucy smiled and said, "This dress suits you perfectly. It makes you look younger."
I stared at Lucy in disbelief. She actually said it suited her.
Lucy didn't even glance at me. With a docile expression, she helped Charlie's mother into the car.
When I didn't move, she came over and said, "Don't be angry. Godmother just celebrated her 80th birthday. It totally fine for her to wear a bright red funeral attire."
I looked at her calmly for a moment, then smiled, "You're right. It's just a dress!"
Lucy frowned. I didn't give her a chance to continue and took the driver's seat. I should have thought of this earlier. How could the dead matter be less important the living?
I shouldn't have held out any hope for Lucy. Lucy tried to talk to me several times in the back of the car. I ruthlessly interrupted her each time, "Don't talk to me during rush hour. It distracts me."
I saw Lucy purse her lips in the rearview mirror.
Charlie's mother was upset, "Lucy, what's wrong with your husband? He keeps interrupting you. Godmother doesn't like him."