"Trust me, princess. I'm not leaving and taking this dog with me."
I patted NB on his rump and held in a sneeze as I jumped out of Tony's truck. It didn't last long, though, and I sneezed two times as I ran around the building, headed for the back door.
If I entered through the front, they'd check my ID and ask me to sign in. Howard, the head mortician, put me on the blacklist after a simple misunderstanding over a missing foot last year. It wasn't even a real foot. It came from the fake anatomy skeleton, but Howard had half his personality stolen and could not handle a joke.
I reached the back door, yanked my foot from the snowbank it fell into, and slipped into the morgue. With a quick glance around the corner, I tiptoed my way down the long hallway that led to the employee spaces.
