The guests of Sarah’s client wouldn’t appreciate the distinction of having their meat carved by a morgue cutter. Her siblings sure didn’t like her doing any carving at the family gatherings. Tended to kill their appetites. Sarah appreciated her cutting skills. Hannah liked that. It helped being able to stay somewhat in her comfort zone—though it made her blink to think of the morgue as a comfort zone. Hannah hadn’t been sure what kind of server she’d be. Her brains had netted her scholarships, so she hadn’t had to wait tables to get through school. So far, she’d label herself as not bad, though she hadn’t had to tote trays of food or drinks, at least not in front of the guests. She’d helped unload the truck, of course. It had been a bit of surprise to find this rather posh party was being given by the very same Miz Gladys who she’d dubbed Miz Cookie that day at Sarah’s place. Miz Cookie’s house was like her.
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