This time I didn't make a scene. I just silently called the funeral home.
“Hello, I'm a widower now. So, I don't have to wait for my husband. You can start preparing for my daughter's funeral.”
“Yes ma'am. We will cremate the body of your daughter, Vilhelmina Kostomarov’s body in three days.”
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The midwinter winds were conical and piercing, making the locker room super cosy for both of them. The good show continued until Vilhelmina was put into a body bag and sent to the funeral parlour.
When I left the hospital, I saw Maximilian organizing his clothes while coming out of the stairwell and going back and forth with Kimberly Beadsworth.
It was already eight o'clock in the evening when I got home. When I turned on the light, the duck slippers were neatly placed in the entrance hall. I then saw Vilhelmina smiling wilfully in the family photo. But just now, I was at the funeral parlour personally for her coffin.