“What do you mean, she never died?” Edie asked in a hushed voice. She inched closer to Rachel, staring at her as though looking more closely would get her clearer answers.
“Oh, no,” whispered Mona. She covered her mouth when Corrie looked at her. “I’m sorry,” she said through her fingers. “She forgets—but it doesn’t do any good to argue with her about it, not when her mind isn’t working. Don’t worry about it, Edith.”
But Edie was obviously not worried about it. She was excited. She wanted more explanations, not argument. And Corrie wanted to hear more, as well.