but notice how handsome Jamie was in his black suit, crisp white shirt, and shiny black shoes. She took a deep breath. He was so handsome; she was sure she would never grow tired of looking at him.
“I thought there’d be more people here,” Sabrina whispered to John. There were, Sabrina estimated, around one hundred people in attendance which was a very low number compared to an Amish funeral.
John leaned close to her. “From what I understand, they didn’t have much family.”
“Ah,” Sabrina said with a nod.
The organ began to play, and everyone rose to their feet and began to sing. The sound of rustling paper filled the room as everyone fumbled through the hymnal to find the words of the song. Sabrina had never sung to music before. The Amish sing in their gatherings, but never to musical instruments. Sabrina had asked why there were no musical instruments allowed, but no one had been able to give her an answer which satisfied her. Even though the words were in front of her, Sabrina chose not to sing. Now that Sabrina had been baptized into the Amish community, she did not want to do anything that was not right in the sight of Gott.
Once the hymn was over, the minister said a few words on life and death. It was quite similar to what Sabrina would have heard at an Amish funeral. After the minister finished, an older gentleman who was a friend of Mr. Caruthers got up to say a few words about him. He told a few funny stories about them playing golf together. Then on behalf of his family, Jamie got up to say something. Sabrina heard a noise at the back of the church and looked around. May and Trevor had appeared inside the door and each of them had two large policemen either side of them.
May saw Sabrina and smiled. Sabrina smiled back at her and tried to hide her concern for May’s welfare. May looked as though she had not slept the whole time she had been there. She looked as white as a sheet; her hair was not brushed and there were dark circles under her eyes.
Jamie said some nice things about his father, but they were laced with comments such as nobody is perfect, which gave the impression that Jamie certainly was not close with his father.
Sabrina glanced behind her once more and saw that the four police, May and Trevor had taken a seat in the very back pew. Sabrina remembered what Jamie said about Mrs. Wright, but she was nowhere in the church – Jamie would be pleased.
Jamie stepped down and sat back next to his mother. The minister announced that the service would continue at the graveside.
“Do you want to go to the graveside?” John asked Sabrina.
Sabrina nodded. She wanted to attend the whole funeral. People began to leave the church and Sabrina turned around to see that May and Trevor and their police entourage had left. “Do you think that May and Trevor are allowed to go to the graveside too?”
John rose to his feet. “We’ll soon find out.”
Ten minutes later, John and Sabrina arrived at the graveyard where Mr. Caruthers was to be buried. The graveyard was much fancier than the Amish and Mennonite graveyards that Sabrina was used to. Some of the graves here were marked with angels and pillars; some had rotundas covering the graves, whereas the Amish graves were marked with simple, rounded headstones.
As they walked further toward the grave, John poked Sabrina in the ribs. “Look over there, May and Trevor.”
Sabrina looked in the direction in which Trevor was pointing. May and Trevor were standing back from the rest of the crowd gathered and they still had policemen either side of them. “Why do you think that they both confessed?” She asked John as they walked toward the small crowd gathered around the grave.
“Stupidity most likely.” John leaned in close to Sabrina. “It’s obvious, isn’t it? May is trying to protect her brother.”
Sabrina guessed that was most likely what people thought.
The casket was carried to the grave then the minister said a few more words