Chapter 8.
Rogan.
Getting Sadie’s mother’s funeral plot dug up was simpler than we thought it would be. Since her father was dead, and as her mother’s legal husband, he had every right to rest alongside her.
The funeral director had counseled us to only make a place for his ashes by her tombstone, but we’d said they both wanted to be in the earth.
So here we stood, staring down at a huge hole, waiting for the emergence of Sadie’s mother’s coffin.
The guy driving the backhoe had been paid off by Fridge to go on a coffee break when we said to, and when we heard the distinctive thud of him hitting something solid in the large hole, the digger was withdrawn and the guy jumped out with a wave.
“Back in five,” he said.
Sadie squeezed my hand tight as we stared down at the shiny lid of a w
