Pensive, head in her hands, Katie sat quietly on the sofa in the living room. It was supposed to be so easy, so smooth and predictable - showing Mark David the more human side of the loss of a person. But everything - yes, everything - went in directions that no one could have predicted, capped off with Mark David's statement that respects had not been paid and that they should be. She agreed that perhaps respects had not been paid, but that he had expressed a desire to do so, that was probably the biggest surprise of all, even more so than the discovery of Sylvia's extramarital relationship.

A crash from the kitchen broke Katie's concentration, which was followed by the sound of Jennifarre's voice, calling, "Damned coffeemaker died again! I keep telling you, we should get a Krups - more expensive than this Braun, but they run forever!"

Katie called back,"Fine - let's go get one and maybe you can help me with my psychology homework...," hoping that the astute listenter would hear the minor irritation in her voice.

"Sounds good by me," was the reply, "You know how much this guinea pig of yours fascinates me..." Jennifarre giggled.

Katie rose from the sofa, went to her bedroom, and changed from the dress that she wore at the wake into a shirt and jeans. Once changed, she left with Jennifarre, catching a bus to go to a gourmet kitchen supply shop. Along the way, Katie described the scene at the wake in detail, especially the revelation of Sylvia's affair and its impact on her husband. Jennifarre paid careful attention to Katie's discourse, unusual for her, and waited to comment until Katie had finished.

"Okay," Jennifarre said, "I understand that wakes and funerals can sometimes go awry. I know of one story of a Ukranian funeral where there was a fist fight right in front of the open casket."

"Oh, my..." Katie gasped.

Jennifarre continued, "So this is minor in its way. Still, it obviously shocked both of you And he's sensing, properly, that there's unfinished business. Are you with me?"

"Yes..."

"Gotta hunch, though. The obvious business is saying goodbye to the dead. That's what funerals are for. But I think he's got other business to finish."

Katie looked at Jennifarre, perplexed and shocked, and said, "What? What do you mean by that?"

Jennifarre replied cryptically, "You've always said he's careful with his words. As I recall, all he said to you was that respects had not yet been paid and that he wished to pay them."

"You and your near-perfect memory..." said Katie, noting one of Jennifarre's qualities that could almost always be counted on.