Two Cadillac limos seemed inappropriate, too gaudy for my mother’s funeral. “Who demanded they have a separate limo? Was it both of them or just Shanice?” I asked my younger sister, Tina. She was between me and her seventeen-year-old son, Tyler. We were on our way to the cemetery. There were three empty seats in front of us in the limo. Seats that could have been occupied by my daughter and her husband. “They didn’t demand anything, Shawn. Technically, they didn’t even ask for anything.” I rolled my eyes and felt guilty. Tina looked so much like Momma it seemed