Management of Greif

In the thoughts of Judith Templeton...Judith Templeton comes in near the start of the story, when all are grieving. Templeton is an appointee of the provincial government. She calls Shalia to ask her if she can come and talk to her. This is the scene that I am going to write as Judith Templeton, and her thoughts arriving at the house..."I was nervous before I entered the house. I was really unsure what to expect. I sat in my car at the corner of the road for a couple of minutes, starring at the house that I would soon enter full of grieving Indian widows and widowers. Although, I was not afraid of how they would react really. Their reaction is expected. All their family members had just died in a terrible plane crash, and they had the right to be grieving. I knew what I was going into; I knew what emotions were supposed to be like. This was my job; I deal with this sort of thing professionally. However, the thing that made me hesitate the most was I. I had never dealt with an accident of such tragedy ever, and I was unsure of myself in the situation. I had no idea how I was going to act as I walk into the house of grievers. And their reaction to me? A strange woman coming in and asking questions? They most definitely not going to be pleased.Finally, I stopped worrying and imagining of things that could happen, and I took action. I decided to call Shalia, just for reassurance to know if she was ready. I asked her if she was okay, and if she needed anything before hand. She asked me what I wanted to know, being multiculturalism. I did not know how to answer that directly. Of course, that was much of the issue, but there was more than that. I needed her help. I pulled into the drive way and entered the house. As I entered I felt a little more relaxed. I had seen that she had started to put on water for tea, and I felt a little more invited that I had initially felt. She directed me towards my seat and I sat down, clenching my brief case across my lap. It had been a very silent entry. Not much but a glance of welcome was exchanged. As Shalia fiddled by the kitchen, I looked around. Through other rooms I could see other women sitting down. All was silent; however I noticed that not many had the same expression as Shalia. On the other women’s faces, you could see the pain, the heart wrench, and the sadness. However as I glanced toward Shalia, I saw a completely different expression. Her expression was... expressionless. There was something about her face that made me think it was all going to be okay. She removed the panic and uncertainty given to me from the other women, and made me feel assured. She had a clam face, a warm dead, expression, and I knew she must help me."