“May I have your attention please?” The priest said in the front of the funeral home. The crowd quieted. “If I could ask you all to take your seats, we’ll start the service. At the family’s request, the service is starting immediately following the visitation.” Once people were seated, he continued. “Before I start the ceremony, I’d like to give anyone who’d like to share their memories of Mrs. Marceau the opportunity to do so now.”
John stood up and cleared his throat. “I’d like to say something.” He walked to the front and turned to face the crowd. “I really don’t know what to say, so I’ll just say what’s in my heart. I know what most of you are thinking. ‘John Dixon doesn’t have a heart.’ There was a time that I may have agreed with you, I’ve made some mistakes, and I acknowledge and regret that. The one thing I don’t regret is loving Lisa. Some of you may remember the time I humiliated her on video in front of you all. I called her selfish, I called her vein, and perhaps she was. We certainly had our issues. In fact, I challenge anyone here to come up and say they didn’t have some issue with her. Do you know why that is? It’s because she was passionate, and she stood up for what she believed in, even if it meant conflicting with those she loved. As infuriating as she could be, she was also strong, beautiful and intelligent, vivacious, courageous, and had a zest for life I’ve never seen and I’ll miss her for the rest of my life.”
John went back to his seat and Bob went up to the front. “I don’t think I’d be able to top John’s tribute, but I’m not going to try. It’s not a contest. I admired Lisa for many things and as John said, although we had our rough patches, our relationship gave me a son and for that, I will be forever grateful to Lisa. While our marriage didn’t last, we had a friendship that spanned decades. In knowing her as I do, I know that she wouldn’t want us to mourn for her. In fact, she’d want us to celebrate, celebrate her life, and celebrate the fact that she’s with Eduardo. No disrespect to Pierre or even myself as we were both married to her, but I believe that Eduardo Grimaldi was the love of her life. I remember when he was shot. Lisa sat with him and held his hand. She didn’t want to believe that he’d been lost to her. I tried to comfort her as best I could, but when I looked into her eyes, the pain told me that she’d lost a part of herself.
I don’t know if she was ever the same after that. Knowing that they’re together again gives me comfort, as well as it should to all of us.”
Tom stood up next and went to the front. He patted Bob on the shoulder as they passed one another.
Tom faced the crowd and managed a small smile. “Since two very important men in my mother’s life, two of the many important men over the years spoke, I guess I should say something.” There was a small chuckle from the crowd. “How do you say goodbye to one of the most important people in your life? No matter how old you are, you never stop needing your parents and as impractical as it is, you never stop hoping that they’ll live forever. I knew this day would come someday, but I was hoping for more time. Hoping to have time for more laughs, for her to have more time to see her great-granddaughter grow up. One of the hardest things about this for me is that Casey’s daughter will never know how much Mom loved her family and no matter how many mistakes she made, she never stopped being devoted to us. If anyone can tell me how to explain that to little Nancy when she’s old enough to understand, please tell me.”
Tom began to become emotional and Margo, Casey, and Adam came up to the front. They put their arms around him and led him back to his seat. Regardless of the problems that Tom had with his son’s in recent years, Lisa’s death had brought them together and the crowd was sure that nothing would’ve made her happier.
“Poor Tom,” Kim said. “I wish there was something we could do.”
“Being here to support him will have to be enough,” Bob said. He looked around. “What happened to Frannie?”
Kim searched the crowd. “That’s funny. I didn’t even see her leave. I can’t say that it surprises me that she’d sneak out without saying anything. She was acting very peculiar earlier. Barbara noticed it too.”
Bob narrowed his eyes. “Peculiar? In what way?”
“This isn’t the time or place to discuss it. We can talk about it after the service.”
Paul answered the door at Fairwinds to find Frannie standing there. He stared at her for a moment.
“Well can I come in?” Frannie asked.
Paul stepped aside, she entered, and he shut the door behind her.
“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t come around. It could look suspicious.”
“Don’t be so nervous,” she said, entering the parlor and sitting down on the couch. Paul followed. “You’re the one that said it would work. I just came here to tell you that you were right. I thought that would make you happy. Isn’t that what gives you your jollies? A woman telling you you’re right?”
He put his hands on his hips. “Are you sure you convinced everyone at the funeral?”
“My Mother and Barbara picked up that maybe there was something off about me, but I just said Lisa’s funeral was getting to me. I covered well and I think they believed me. They have no idea I’m not Frannie.”
Paul grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to her feet. “They’d better not figure it out Sabrina. Remember, the only reason why Emily and I let you out of the basement was because you promised not to go to the police if you could have Seth. Pretending to be Frannie gets you that.”
Sabrina yanked her arm away. “I don’t need your recap. I know what the plan is. And don’t you ever touch me again.”
“I agreed to let you out because I felt sorry for you, sorry for what Tonio and Emily put you through by putting you down in that basement. I don’t know if I should trust you. Maybe I should let Frannie out and put you back.”
Sabrina chuckled. “Go ahead, let Frannie out. You do that and she’ll go straight to the police is that what you want?”
Paul didn’t answer.
“I didn’t think so. Seth and I are going to be together and if I have to pretend to be Frannie for it to happen, so be it. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
“What about Frannie?” Paul said. “Don’t you care about what happens to your sister?”
Sabrina shrugged. “I should, shouldn’t I? All I can think of was when I first came to Oakdale and most of the family shunned me, especially Frannie. Daddy’s little girl was jealous that I was now getting his attention and she couldn’t stand it. I missed out a lot of years with my family and with Seth. I want that time back and the only way I’m going to get it is to keep Frannie out of the way. You and Emily keep up your end of the bargain and I’ll keep mine.”