In the sudden silence, Andrew grabbed my hand and shook it. I’ll miss you, Drew. You’ve been a regular gent.It was hard not to cry, but I was determined to show Andrew I could be as tough as he was. I’ll miss you too, I admitted. And Hannah and Theo and Mama and Papa. I never had a brother or a sister or a dog of my own before.But you won’t miss Edward. He’ll be there waiting for you. Andrew meant it as a joke, but neither of us laughed.Suddenly serious, I gripped his shoulders tightly and stared into his eyes. How will I know what happens to you?Look in the graveyard, Andrew said in a melancholy voice. If you don’t see my tombstone, you’ll know I didn’t die.He laughed to show me he was joking again, but death was even less funny than the old man in the wheelchair.