It was Wednesday afternoon while Daren sat alone in his hotel room. The medical convention in California had ended, and Daren rewarded himself with his 4th beer in the past half hour. Back at home, Mary wouldn"t allow more than two beers as it would be considered a violation of his promise to cut back drinking. Fortunately for Daren, he traveled in his job which enabled him to drink as he pleased. At least he was only drinking beer!
The contractor who worked feverishly on the mausoleum back in Mapleview provided an update, reporting that it would soon be complete the following day. And Daren lay back in bed in a sudden guilt of reasoning. Perhaps it wasn"t such a good idea to have the building constructed. But it was behind the bushes, near the perimeter of the property and out of view. A
