The funeral went almost as painlessly as Tom could have hoped. There was a decent turnout, including a pair of stiff executive types making the formal corporate condolence call—though the way they hung back most of the time reminded Tom of security officers rather than social callers. Barnaby showed up, but he didn’t make any attempt to talk to Tom, which was fine. Even the third sister, Asa, had made it in sometime during the night. She stood with her siblings and cried through the whole thing, the three of them looking like sobbing crows in their funereal black suits. Minor differences in their suits made it possible to tell them apart, but Tom still couldn’t put the right name to the right woman, as he proved while the crowd was breaking up. There was a reception planned after the service at the cemetery, but Tom had played on Genifer’s safety concerns to convince her to skip it. They’d done their duty.