Georgina Gee -

She didn't wait for a response. She walked back to her seat, her head held high.

She looked down at the mahogany casket—her mother’s final resting place—and then at the row of aunts sitting in the front pew. They were dabbing their eyes with lace handkerchiefs, whispering about "what a saint" her mother had been and how they had "always been there" for her. georgina gee

A gasp rippled through the pews. Her oldest aunt, Sarah, looked up, eyes wide with indignation. "Georgina, this isn't the time—" She didn't wait for a response