<div style="text-align: justify;">Pam, in the kitchen, was also immersed in memories. She had lived in that house for a while, up until she had gotten married. She had met Peter around the area, and she had taken him in for dinner a few times while they were dating. Grandma Maude had been her second mother, and Pam felt crushed at losing her. She also felt extremely worried about Aunt Bess. What would she do about her aunt? She didn't want to leave her alone, and the idea of either moving Aunt Bess into the cottage or moving in the old house herself kept playing in her mind. She would have to see what would make everyone happy.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Then again</span>, she thought to herself, <span style="font-style: italic">Peter is never happy</span>. Sighing and shaking her head, Pam focused on the tea. She would have the time to think about everything later.<br/><br/>Despite having gotten startled by her cousin's arrival, Pamela's smile told Alexis that she and Travis were welcome to join her.<br/><br/>At the question Alexis asked, Pam sighed. "Not as well as I would have liked", she admitted. "Looks like I'm not the only one", she completed, before kicking into hostess mode. "Would you two like some tea as well?", she offered gently.<br/><br/>As she worked - either on her own tea or on making it for everyone, Pamela turned to Travis. "What is your voice?", she asked, explaining herself better. "I mean, are you a tenor, a baritone...?", she suggested. "Just curious. I feel Grandma would like to have her favorite hymn sung during the service, or right afterwards, once we get home", Pam explained. "I recall her saying something about it. But I'll understand if you don't feel comfortable, of course".<br/><br/>Despite the fact that she would indeed understand, the expression in Pam's eyes was almost a silent plea for that last chance to honor her grandmother.</div>