She made it through the service. She made it through the reception. She drove herself home because everyone offered and she said no to all of them, and that was a mistake, but she got home. She stood in the kitchen with her keys in her hand and then she couldn't figure out where keys went. She stood there for a long time. The dog sniffed her shoes and wandered off. Eventually she sat down on the kitchen floor and the crying was not the sort you catch your breath from. Her mother had been the one who knew where the keys went. Her mother had known everything where everything went. Now there was just the kitchen floor.
