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The moment we passed by that cemetery the beginnings of a plan came to my mind.
It turned out that Ariadne owned a Brookline row house not far from the neighborhood where I’d grown up, and that was where we were going to stay that night. On our way there, I caught a glimpse of the cemetery where my family no doubt had been buried, and I took note of its location relative to our destination.
Our destination was a tall and distinguished row house, complete with four floors connected by a tall marble staircase. It was dusty and a bit run down on the inside, but it was still the nicest place I’d stayed at since my house burned down in December.
It didn’t take long for me to decide what I should do. The townhouse was within walking-distance of the cemetery. Surely no one would notice I j
