and an instant later , eve was in her grandmother 's arms . sick electricity forked through her as she grabbed his arm , jerked him into the light . there , in a black trench coat , stood my wife . shelly , however , had laid out these shoes along with a suit the night before , the same time she had laid out her own clothes for the funeral . you doubt me , make your favorite cake , brownies , whatever , just not pie . everyone was too busy , he had claimed . 