Calvin had been raised in the family business so working in the embalming room was not the creepy job that some of his friends insisted it must be. Summer was Calvin's busiest time. There were lots more cars on the road and lots more accidents.
Right now Calvin was incredibly busy. To alleviate the stress, he had placed his customers in seated positions before rigor set in. A couple of stainless steel tables pushed against the wall served as benches. The blonde-haired woman's face was ripped open from eye socket to jaw, but only on one side so Calvin had been careful to turn that side of her head to the wall. Which meant the blonde was staring right at the guy who had lost his leg at the knee. Calvin had positioned the bottom half of the leg so that it looked like the guy had that leg crossed over the other.
Working on stitching the eyelids of his current customer closed, Calvin discussed everything from barbecue recipes to baseball standings with those who were waiting. He asked which of them thought the Yankees would win the next game. When he looked up, only one had raised his hand. Of course that elderly gentleman only had one hand that he could raise.
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