Dear Cassandra (today my mother died)

Katie had always been told she had her mother's eyes, deep and easy to get lost in. Like mud, she made the comparison more than once. A good kind of mud.

Her mother was dead, now; she would be driving ten minutes out of town for the funeral.

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Or; a young woman attends her mother's funeral. And she makes a podcast about it, too, because nothing is sacred when it comes to her mother.