8 SEVEN DEADLY WORDS
“What a lovely building,” Gee remarked. “This is the sort of place I’d enjoy working at every day.”
“Agreed,” I replied, admiring the perfectly manicured rows of green hedges outside the Cape Dutch-style house. It wasn’t the most elaborate design, but there was a certain warmness and familiarity that invited trust and comfort. Around us, the robins sang and danced from leaf to leaf as their mortal nemeses, the pigeons, sat in the rafters, biding their time and waiting for scraps to scavenge. “It’s so serene here.”
“It’s quite ironic, don’t you think?”
“What do you mean?”
“Coming to such a beautiful place to deal with death. It’s a paradox.”
His profundity genuinely surprised me. “But I thought you liked death?” I asked, climbing up the flight of stairs leading t
