“The stone on the other side of my late cousins belonged to a Phyllida Rosemary Hunt Nee Cotton, and from the English etchings it appeared that she was my late cousin’s wife, who also died tragically young at the age of twenty-three. The final headstone stood behind the others and was by far the biggest and most ostentatious. It almost appeared as if it had been designed to allow the occupant of the grave to bare down over the others resting there, as if it were in some position of authority. For a moment it reminded me of my manager back at the bank, who clerks often complained had an annoying habit of appearing behind them and hovering over their shoulders while he inspected their work.
The last stone bore the name of one Artemis Cedric Hunt, and judging by the age at which he died, I p
