A Cortege of Daughters

A quite ordinary funeral; the corpseunknown to the priest. The twenty-third psalm.The readings by serious businessmenone who nearly tripped on the unaccustomed pew.The kneelers and the sitters like sheep and goats. But by some prior determination a rowof daughters and daughters-in-law roseto act as pallbearers instead of menall of even height and beautiful.One wore in her hair a black

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