Chapter 194

Everything I wanted at the funeral was there. Her sabers were over her casket. There were portraits of her, good ones! Her favorite foods were all here as well. This was shocking! These funeral directors were good! Father and I looked at each other, somewhat creeped out. "Do they know I was mad when I requested all of this?" I asked him. "This is impressive." He chuckled. A funeral assistant walked over to me. She wore a dark, heavy dress, her hair pinned up under layers of sheer. The young woman's skin was fair, very fair, quite different from the middle eastern people of the region. She was a foreigner. "We have to prepare you for the speech you'll give for your mother..." She said, taking my hand. Her voice told it all. She was definitely French. However, that wasn't my concern. "Speech?" I asked, completely unprepared. She took me to the rear, looking back over her shoulder. She then pushed me into an office, locking the door behind herself. "WHAT...?" She placed her hand over my m