me.
âSam?â I pushed open the door as he looked up from the book that was open on his desk. âIâm sorry to interrupt, but, oh, Sam, you wonât believe who has gone to her reward.â
Samâs eyebrows rose. âI didnât know anybody was up for one.â
âWell, I didnât, either. She seemed well enough to me. I mean, considering all sheâs been through and discounting her mental state. I tell you, Sam, Iâm shaken by it.â
Sam abruptly stood and started around the desk toward me. âWhatâs happened, honey?â
âMattie Freeman, Sam,â I said, feeling a few tears spring to my eyes. âSheâs gone. And I didnât even know she was leaving.â
Sam took my arm and led me to a side chair. âIâm sorry, sweetheart. I shouldnât have been flippant. Itâs never easy to lose someone you care about. Sit down and tell me about it.â
âWell, see, thatâs the thing,â I said, sinking into the easy chair beside his desk. âI never thought I cared one way or the other about Mattie, and I really didnâtâI mean,
personally
cared. So I was really upset with her for giving me so much responsibility when weâd never been close. But now I donât know why her sudden passing has shaken me the way it has.â
âI expect youâd have been better prepared if sheâd been sick a long time. Itâs probably the unexpectedness of it thatâs upsetting you.â
âI guess. Except at her age, I donât know what else I shouldâve expected. But, Sam, you and I just saw her yesterday afternoon, and of course she didnât look well, but I never thought . . . well, anyway, I spent an awful lot of time worrying about where she would go and who would take care of her when she got out of the hospitalâall of which has turned out to be a total waste of time. I guess it should teach me a lesson. Make no plans for the morrow, for the morrow may never comeâor something like that. Which is certainly true for Mattie.â
I straightened in my chair, struck by a sudden dread. âWhat about that power of attorney now, Sam? What am I supposed to do about that?â I just didnât think I was up to making funerary arrangements, regardless of how much Mattie had thought of me. That was an honor I could do without.
âItâs all right, sweetheart. The power of attorney expires when the grantor does.â
âYou mean . . . ?â I brightened considerably, realizing that my obligations were over and done with. âWell, that is welcome news. But, you know, Sam, now that I think about it, it hasnât been so onerous, after all.â
After a few reassuring words and some comforting hugs from Sam, it occurred to me that I was most likely the only one among our friends who knew about this disconcerting development. So, after thanking Sam for relieving my mind, I left him to his work and hurried to the library. It was up to me, it seemed, to spread the word of Mattieâs demise to our friends and acquaintances. To be the town crier, so to speak, certainly gives one a feeling of importance, and I concerned myself with striking just the right note between accuracy in reporting and personal concern.
âMildred?â I asked when Ida Lee called her to the phone. âI have sad news.â
âWho died?â
â
Mildred!
How did you know? You didnât give me a chance to break it to you gently.â
âYou mean somebody really did?â she asked. âOh, my, thatâll teach me to play around trying to be funny. But, really, who was it?â
âMiss Mattie. Oh, Mildred, I went to the hospital this morning, even took her a dozen petits fours, hoping to perk her upâyou know how she loved those thingsâand her bed was empty. Stripped, in fact, though I thought sheâd just been moved. I declare, I was not