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says.
    “I suppose there’s that possibility.”
    “Do you think he killed our…our mom?”
    “I don’t know. I’d like to think it happened as he described, just a bad accident, but we’ll never know.”
    “Are you going to tell him that his mom died?” Blake plays with the paper wrapper from his stirring straw.
    “I…I never considered that. I do have his email. I probably should contact him.”
    “So, what’s there to do for fun around here?” Leave it to Finn to offer some desperately needed comic relief.
    “There’re some pretty cool hills back in the dunes. We could go sledding,” says Blake.
    “Too bad I didn’t bring my snow pants,” I say sarcastically, sledding never having been a favorite pastime.
    “No worries. The café has snow rental equipment: sleds, goggles, boots, even snow pants.” He smiles, the Blake I love so much devilishly shining through.
    “Then it’s settled,” says Finn, slamming his hand on the plastic table, making all of our hot chocolates jump in the air. “We’re going sledding.”
    “Let me call Hannah first, if you don’t mind. She can bring you an extra pair of gloves and a hat, too, Reese. You’ll really like her. I just know it.”
    “How can I refuse?” Finn pulls my chair closer to his and plants a kiss on my cheek. “What’s that for?” I ask, when Blake gets up to call Hannah in private, probably to tell her about his crazy sister.
    “You just need to know someone loves you—a lot.”
    “Hmm…not everyone loves me, Finn.”
    “That’s okay. It’s his loss. Let the past be. I’m your future, and I love you.”
    I kiss him back and bury my head on his shoulder, wishing I could close out the world, and realizing how much I truly miss the lodge.
    In a few minutes Hannah will arrive. We’ll spend hours sledding down Mile High Hill and dragging sleds up to the top. I’ll curse the cold the entire time and feel the steep incline in my thighs that haven’t properly worked out in months, but I’ll be with Finn and Blake and Hannah, and for a little while life in Bridgman will be happy.

Chapter 5:
    Grandpa was in bed when I got back to the farm last night. I know he said that Finn and I weren’t welcome anymore, but he was bluffing. He wouldn’t turn me away from the funeral festivities today even if he wanted to.
    The breakfast table is set for four people. I look at my choices of cereal: Cap’n Crunch , Granola , and Raisin Bran . What the hell? You only live once. I grab the Cap’n Crunch and pour myself a large bowl. Finn is wearing his suit already when he comes to the table. I haven’t seen him since we crossed paths on our way to and from the shower this morning. He slept in the musty basement on the ancient hide-a-bed couch last night, while I stayed in my old bedroom, complete with Hello Kitty sheets, a nod to my early childhood. Seeing the Hello Kitty clock on my nightstand last night reminded me that maybe contacting John/Dad about his mother’s death wasn’t such a bad idea after all. It was after midnight when I sent him the email. I didn’t get a response.
    “You’re looking a little too hot for a funeral,” I say, admiring the same suit that Finn wore to the Christmas ball, minus the red and green striped flashing tie in favor of a more subdued black tie.
    “Do you think it’s too much?” he asks, looking concerned.
    “No, it’s perfect. I’m just glad you’re here.”
    “Have you spoken to your grandpa yet today?”
    “He said good morning when I passed through the living room.”
    “Well, that’s something, isn’t it?”
     
    Finn and I follow Grandpa’s old Buick down the drive and turn in the direction of town where the one and only funeral home is located along Red Arrow Highway. Blake is Grandpa’s escort which is for the best.
    The casket is still open. I can see it immediately when I enter the funeral parlor, the large oak lid with the perfectly crisp white taffeta interior shining brightly as if a