The second time shouldn't have come as a surprise. He'd come to his own funeral. Surely, he'd be at her mother's.
The rabbi had said things that only a few of the listeners had been able to believe. Those who hadn't known Arlene Cuddy.
Her sister and her family had left. They'd been joined by the other people. A traditional jewish meal was planned to take place at her sister's house. She wasn't going to participate even after she'd told her sister that she only needed a few more minutes.
After a few silently shed tears she'd left the synagogue and stepped outside to find herself face to face with him.
"I need you, House."
She'd always liked the synagogue's benches,