Chapter 32
Leaves had blown across Eliza Bartley’s grave, which had grown over somewhat. Frost had melted off by now, and Dane knew Sean was right—better to get this ash back where it came from before the ground froze and he was stuck with it all winter. Dane carried the basin and a trowel, which he passed to Sean.
“I’m supposed to dig?” asked Sean, making a face. “I’m not even supposed to be here.”
“Then feel free to f**k off.”
Sean sighed, accepted the trowel, and knelt to dig.
“How deep?” he asked.
Dane glanced back toward Crypt Coffee and the parking lot, but nobody was out visiting graves right now, or bothering to look their way as they shuffled into the building for coffee.
“Eh, a few inches. Nothing special. She’s not getting up again so it doesn’t have to be deep.”
“Could
