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As he laughed, Karon suddenly noticed the corner of his eye was a little wet. “Heh. I really laughed myself to tears.”
He reflexively reached for tissues, only to realize there was no tissue box on the desk. He could only gently wipe the corners of his eyes with the back of his hand. He then stood up, left the bedroom, and stepped outside.
When the two employees saw their boss emerge, they quickly resumed working as though they had never stopped.
Karon felt that the operation of this funeral parlor was worlds apart from the Immers family’s. His family’s business was not large, yet every detail was handled with care and refinement. Here, in contrast, things felt distinctly rough.
It was possible that in recent years, when Mr. Pavaro had taken on additional assignments wherever possible to earn church credits to pay for his daughters’ Bloodspirit Powder, he had neglected the management of the funeral home. What should have been kept clean and orderly had gained a faint film of neglect.
As for the notion that, because they were Divine Servants rather than ordinary men, the two workers were incapable of doing proper work, Karon did not agree. In certain respects, they were capable of greater diligence and discipline than ordinary people, much as Alfred and Ms. Molly had demonstrated upon entering the Immers family’s household. The premise was a sense of genuine fear of the boss.
Karon first went to the kitchen, where he found Ms. Lake washing dishes. He casually pulled the kitchen door shut. “You’re the funeral home’s mortician and makeup artist, right?”
“Yes,” Ms. Lake turned around as she answered.
“Do you know Annie?”
“The pastry shop- Oh, Annie from Maple Street?”
It seemed that Ms. Lake did know. “Yes. She’s...
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