"We're coming," Marcus told Jessie. "We'll meet you there since its on the way."
"Come with me," Angus told Anise gently. He glanced at Ruby to signal her that it was time. He walked out of the house, holding Anise's hand.
"She'd have liked those peach things you made," Anise told him softly, barely above a whisper. "And she'd have liked all the sunshine here."
"I think she'd have been far happier with you and Ginger and how beautiful you two look today."
"I hope," Anise said. They walked to the little handful of tents, and Dennis was ready, dressed in an old but impeccably clean charcoal colored suit with a white shirt and a thin black tie. Simone took the coursages to the women who appeared pleased to get them, and Edward offered Dennis a boutonniere and then helped him put one on made from a red snapdragon. Edward had a moment of soft conversation with Dennis, and then he looked at Marcus.
"Marcus," Edward called, "could you lend a hand for one moment?"
"Certainly," Marcus said. He went to Edward and Dennis, and they spoke with Marcus. Marcus cast some spells to tailor the old suit and to sharpen up Dennis's appearance. Now, Anise could see how very handsome her own father actually was. She'd never seen him looking so good. Simone helped the women who wanted to polish up a bit more, and when they all felt like they were ready, they all walked together to the chapel.
When they went in, the casket was open to allow everyone to have one more chance to see Phoebe and to say goodbye. The girls had not seen her since her death. Dennis was allowed to go first, and Edward and Simone stayed right with him, along with a man from the pack who had always been Dennis's best mate. Angus could hear Dennis's soft crying in the silence of the chapel. Anise had stiffened beside Angus. She clearly wasn't sure if she wanted to go see her mother or not.
When Dennis walked away from the casket, Angus walked slowly with Anise, and Sam came up on the other side of Anise and took her other hand. The three of them walked up together.
As a trained fighter, Angus knew well where werewolves attacked for a kill. He could see where the spells had been cast to try to reassemble Phoebe's remains. And he knew how hideous it all had to have been. He was glad that the girls were not experienced enough to recognize the charms to be able to see the clear signs of James's mauling that lay beneath it all. Angus saw it clearly. James had mauled Phoebe to death in a purely 100% animalistic attack. Phoebe had never had a chance.
Anise turned to Angus, hid her face in his chest and cried, wrapping her arms around his waist. For the moment, all he could do was just hold her.
"She was the one who always fought for us," Anise told Angus in a whisper. "Who's going to do that now?" Angus leaned down and whispered in her ear.
"I will," he promised her. "Always." She clung to him a moment longer, and then Angus decided she had had enough. He walked her away from the casket so that Ginger could have a moment with her mother. He took Anise to sit down, with Sam still right beside her.