A few minutes later, Viola came downstairs dressed in a muted gray dress as well, matching everyone else, with a winter coat buttoned over it as she went to join the others waiting for her in the living room, and they all got up when they saw her.
Together, they made their way toward the hall, Viola having no idea where her husband had disappeared to since dawn, likely fleeing whatever today's weight had promised him, for people were bound to cry and reminisce.
She rested a hand against her stomach, against her babies, more accurately, since Gilbert had confirmed weeks ago that she was carrying more than one, and the weight was hard to carry and get used to. It hadn't come as a surprise that she would have twins, considering that both she and her husband were twins themselves.
Even before they reached the hall arranged for the memorial, Viola had begun to see unfamiliar faces around and feel eyes following her wherever she went.
