I refrained from rolling my eyes and delivering a loud sigh. Pete had to be at least six feet tall and two-fifty. He was worried about dead bodies? Then again, he’s not the first person who, upon finding out I live on the grounds of a funeral home, have asked me if there are dead bodies around. Well, of course there may be dead bodies around, it’s a funeral home.
Not to worry, I assure everyone, they aren’t going to make an appearance, demand you take them for a stroll around the block, then ask for dinner. The whole time I’ve lived here, I’ve never seen them frolicking on the grass at midnight. “They’re all napping at the moment.”
He laughed, but probably to humor me. I really don’t think he got it. I signed the paperwork he handed to me on the clipboard, then let them do their thing. Something told me they wouldn’t be dawdling around, as movers are prone to do unless you keep a sharp eye on them.
I’m delighted to report that once they removed my dresser, I found my phone, where it had fallen out of my sight who knows when. Olivia would be overjoyed. I blew the dust off it and turned it on. It chirped to life. Great, it still worked! I tucked it in my purse, vowing not to let it out of my sight again.