"Suzanne!" Damon sensed my strong emotions. "Why did you buy this cemetery plot? And arranging it like this... Are you preparing it for Glenda? As I said, I've found the best expert for her. Glenda will recover soon, and this is not needed. What's wrong with leaving this place to Star?"
I burst into laughter, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
Our daughter's body was donated, so this was just a shroud mound. I didn't put up her photo, and I wanted to make this place a small garden, where the visitors would not just mourn but also smile, remembering how lovely Glenda was.
Star and Glenda. How ridiculous! They even sounded alike.
Yet Damon felt his daughter should make way for a chinchilla.
I spoke calmly. "Sorry, officer, we'll handle this matter ourselves. You don't need to bother."
After the police left, I picked up my daughter's urn.
Inside was a porcelain doll Glenda had made herself. She liked it and always kept it by her bedside. She said this doll could accompany me while she was at kindergarten.
I carefully wiped off the dirt from its surface when Alicia spoke up. "Suzanne, name your price. I hope you can give up this plot."