It was really a stroke of luck, fate really, that had him come here of all places. At first she pretends that no, she isn't here. Then she gives up, unable to lie to him through even in inaction, and appears a few seconds later after the question (statement) is asked (said). Her expression is soft and a little ashamed that she kept this from him.

If Clara had it her way, she would have kept this from Willard a little bit longer. Except she can't and she nods, gesturing to another one further down the little plot. "And my son. Right over there."

Of all the times she known him, Clara never did get around to talking about what exactly happened to her family after her... departure. Certainly talked about her sons in their childhood days and her husband's quirks but never did a 'where are they now' segments. The topic of books and Willard's day were much more livelier subjects to discuss.

"... I didn't expect to see you here." In fact, she wondered why he was here. The cemetery wasn't a well-known one. Cosy but small, tucked away from the rest of the city since things like these, reminders of people's lives inevitableness, doesn't do wonders for the tourism trade and such. She chuckles a bit, shaking her head. "Though I did hear this side of tombstones is much colder for some reason and spooky things happen at this hour."