She hung up and started making calls. The first was to the closest funeral home to Marathon.
“Hello – this is Cameron Sharp. Did you happen to make the arrangements for Robert Sharp?”
“Yes, we did. And may I ask your relationship?”
“I am his granddaughter.”
The line seemed to go dead.
“Hello? Are you still there?”
“Yes, I am. I handled those arrangements. I remember him well. We were told there were no next of kin.”
“That was an abject lie. My father and sister are still alive, as well as three great-grandchildren.”
“I am so, so sorry!!! I didn’t know…”
“I am sure it’s not your fault, but you were lied to. Where are his remains?”
“Give me a minute – somewhere in Michigan… Let me see.” A rustle of fumbled papers was audible over the receiver.
“Ah – here it is. Roseland Park, Berkley, Michigan.”
“I am so, so very sorry…. We didn’t know...”
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