Honestly? She's glad he doesn't bring it up, husband or son. Instead he focuses on the other things instead of the obvious and it helps her relax a bit and pull herself together from being so emotional like that. Clara has gotten passed it in recent years in her own way, almost. Lingering for two decades gives people some perspective and a lot of time to go through the process quite thoroughly.

So there's a smile back on her face sooner rather than later. This one bemused and guilty of the things Willard lists down that were her handiwork, accidental or not. "That's me! I suppose if you do this for almost a decade, it happens to catch's people's attention."

"Hmmm... I think 'ghost story' is a good way to describe it," she said to him. "It's gotten to the point that there's a little challenge among the kids when they pass here as a shortcut." She looks back at the graves, looking at them except not really. Last thing she wants to do is look sad around Willard. "Come here and check for the flowers. If there are, grab it and run off. Poor groundskeeper has to keep chasing them away whenever he spots them! Though I suppose the exercise will do him some good. Nothing refreshing like taking a jog in here of all places while going after some schoolboys."