Mildred is dead.
I was in her room with her, reading her celebrity tweets, when she went into another one of her coughing fits, then just fell on the floor.
Julie's funeral was closed casket, so this is the first time I ever saw a dead person. I mean in real life. I was stunned. Numb. It wasn't until I felt Beth's hand on my shoulder that I broke down and started to cry.
She took me outside, behind the building, away from everything, and just held me as I sobbed. She is so sweet. So gentle.
At one point, after she had held me for nearly an hour, I kissed her. I hope that wasn't a mistake.