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</div>Looking at her reflection, listening to Greg, Rikkie saw that she looked as professional as she did when the day started.  At least that was going well.  Relieved about her appearance, she answered Greg's question, "It's a sad, but important day, Mr. Widcombe.  I'm just nervous.  When I get nervous I want to make sure that no one will find much fault with me, that's all."<br/>
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Rikkie had sympathy for Greg as she listened.  She didn't understand how Marcus could be so accepting of her weaknesses and then intolerant of his own children's life choices.  Marcus had chosen to kill himself and even in leaving life behind he'd chosen to inflict wounds on his daughter and son, rather than leave something that would allow them to think fondly of him.  People that killed themselves didn't go to Heaven.  Grace and Greg had good reason to be angry, so Rikkie would try to not to upset them further.<br/>
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When Greg asked if all of the guests had arrived and told Rikkie why he'd chosen to attend, Rikkie had to wipe away a tear before she answered.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I think that all the invitees have arrived, but I could be wrong."</span>  Should she dare tell him that he was better than someone who took joy at other people's pain?  No.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I think you're hurting, Mr. Widcombe.  I think it's terrible that even in death he did this....  Sorry."<br/>
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"He gave a single mother with strange child a job as a live-in housekeeper,"</span> she said.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"This is the only thing he's ever done that I've ever thought was wrong.  I... I shouldn't say anything else.  I'm sorry."</span><br/>
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Rikkie felt very embarrassed by her outburst.  It was good that she'd be leaving the mansion and only Mr. Widcombe would know about what she'd said.  She didn't think that he'd tell anyone.<br/>
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She also noticed the that the skies had darkened even more than before.<br/>
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After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Rikkie related the information that Greg had asked for.  She first described Abby Daniels, a the young blonde that she'd never met before, who was a waitress at a restaurant that his father would go to.  Then the other blonde, Lucia Montgomery, that had been Marcus' protégé at his company.  Finally, she told him about Ms. Ishimoto and how she looked as if her baby might come at any minute.  It was a small group.  Oh, she'd also seen Miss Corne and Mr. Wahl.  <br/>
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Ethan..., she pondered the name but was drawing a blank on if she'd ever met him.  If she had met him, she hoped that she didn't recall him because he'd been unimpressive rather than so awful she was repressing a memory.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"I need to head back to the foyer, Mr. Widcombe,"</span> said Rikkie, <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(247, 218, 100)">"just in case more people arrive before the reading.  Please excuse me." </span> Then she gave him a respectful bow and was gone.</span>