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“No,” I said, then told her what I knew about the funeral and our plan to drive down and back.“Let me talk to Kurt and figure out what we’re going to do. We’ll be there for sure.”“Thanks, Kathy. I know, somehow, that she’ll appreciate you being there.”“What about tomorrow night?” she asked.“I see no reason to cancel. Stephie would be really pissed if we did.”“You’re taking this pretty well, compared to what I know about how you reacted to Birgit’s death.”“I had time to prepare. Like I told Jess, we’ll see how Wednesday goes.”“We’ll all be there for you, no matter what you need.”“Thanks,” I said.We said our goodbyes and hung up. I dialed Sensei Jim’s number.“Stephie died early this afternoon,” I said.“Damn,” he said, grimly. “Even knowing that it was coming, it still hurts. Are you doing OK?”“So far, yes. The funeral will be on Wednesday, somewhere around Dawsonville, Georgia. I’ll get the details tonight and let you know.”“The closest major airport is Atlanta Hartsfield, right?”“Yes,”.

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