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She stood on both feet and didn't fidget at the funeral as they played the soft music and it intermingled with the continual clearing of throats because it was cold season.  And the adults clucked around her, hugging her and assuring her that Gramma was in heaven now... but she was already seven years old and knew about the world and had a sneaking suspicion that Gramma had not been a heaven-bound lady.  Years later she would remember the stories more than anything else, but right now she could only stare at the placid Mary Kayed face from behind the giant yellow wreath sent by The Sanders, who were Sorry For Your Loss. The painted eyebrows