I skid on the prep room tiles. Hurrying is frowned upon here. She has laid out her blooms and is double-checking the names. I only just make it. Phew, I say. Caught you. All right, Lee? she says. Not too bad, I say. Nice blooms, I say. Yeah. From abroad, she says. Mikey breezes past. Selhurst Gardens, Selhurst Gardens, he says out loud. He turns over his shoulder, shouts towards the office, Why didn’t you tell me before then? No answer. Might as well talk to the wall, he tells Lorelle. I take her hand. Bold or what. Number two: Confident Guy. I lead on. We find ourselves in the storage room, where it’s quiet. No electrics allowed here due to the cremated remains. No good the ashes in ashes. We only burn them once. The poly containers are stacked high against the glass partition, making the room dim. Each tub is labelled in permanent marker. Please label urn and file alphabetically, it says on the wall. Please make sure cremation certificate goes to office for filing. Thanks! The names climb high above Lorelle’s head.
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