Herbs 'till Dusk, Secrets 'till Dawn

I R I S Iris sighed, more to herself than as a response to Ray. "I don't know if you've heard. We buried Elias." The statement was made coldly, though she was not uncaring. She picked up a small jar that lay on the counter and examined its contents with little interest. Anger seethed beneath the surface. "The rest of the family is fine." She added offhandedly. "Busy with social events this time of year." She placed the jar back in its place and looked up at the shop owner with a friendly smile. "What about you, Ray? So sorry to hear about your parents." Envious, more like.