---- show. On the day of the funeral, Chloe still refused to give up. She tried calling Michael, but by then, he had blocked everyone even remotely connected to her. I called Joel more than ten times before he finally picked up. "It's not even your due date, so why are you calling again? I just got Rachel to sleep, and now you've woken her up. When are you going to stop acting like aspoiled brat?" I forced myself to stay calm. "Today is our son's funeral. And our nephew's. I told you and Michael before. Come now." That got under his skin. "Anna, is there no line you won't cross because of your pettiness? You've cursed our son again and again. Don't you think that's bad luck?" My fury was so intense that it swallowed my voice. Chloe yanked the phone from my hands and snapped, ---- "No mother jokes about their baby! The funeral is at 182 Oak Road. If you and Michael have even a shred of doubt, come and see for yourself!"