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Are You Afraid Of The Dark :: Sheldon Sidney
Страница: 19 из 173"My husband's body isbeing held somewhere by the police. How do I get Richard back? I'm arranging for his-his funeral at the Dalton Mortuary." The despair in her voice made him wince. "Mrs. Stevens, I'm afraid that some red tape is involved.
First, the coroner's office has to file a report on the autopsy and then it's necessary to notify the various-" He was thoughtful for a moment, then made his decision. Look-you have enough on your mind. I'll make the arrangements for you. Everything will be set within two days." "Oh. I-I thank you. Thank you very-" Her voice choked up and the connection was broken.
Earl Greenburg sat there a long time, thinking about Diane Stevens and the anguish she was going through. Then he went to work cutting red tape.
* * *
THE DALTON MORTUARY was located on the east side of Madison Avenue. It was an impressive two-story building with the facade of a southern mansion. Inside, the decor was tasteful and understated, with soft lighting and whispers of pale curtains and drapes.
Diane said to the receptionist, "I have an appointment with Mr. Jones. Diane Stevens." "Thank you." The receptionist spoke into a phone, and moments later the manager, a gray-haired, pleasant-faced man, came out to greet Diane.
"I'm Ron Jones. We spoke on the phone. I know how difficult everything is at a time like this, Mrs. Stevens, and our job is to take the burden off you. Just tell me what you want and we will see that your wishes are carried out." Diane said uncertainly, "I-I'm not even sure what to ask." Jones nodded. "Let me explain. Our services include a casket, a memorial service for your friends, a cemetery plot, and the burial." He hesitated. "From what I read of your husband's death in the newspapers, Mrs. Stevens, you'll probably want a closed casket for the memorial service, so-" "No!" Jones looked at her in surprise. "But-" "I want it open. I want Richard to-to be able to see all his friends, before he …" Her voice trailed off.
Jones was studying her sympathetically. "I see. Then if I may make a suggestion, we have a cosmetician who does excellent work where"-he said tactfully-"it's needed. Will that be all right?" Richard would hate it, but-"Yes." "There's just one thing more. We'll need the clothes you want your husband to be buried in." She looked at him in shock. "The-" Diane could feel the cold hands of a stranger violating Richard's naked body, and she shivered.
"Mrs. Stevens?" I should dress Richard myself. But I couldn 't bear to see him the way he is. I want to remember"Mrs. Stevens?" Diane swallowed. "I hadn't thought about-" Her voice was strangled.
First, the coroner's office has to file a report on the autopsy and then it's necessary to notify the various-" He was thoughtful for a moment, then made his decision. Look-you have enough on your mind. I'll make the arrangements for you. Everything will be set within two days." "Oh. I-I thank you. Thank you very-" Her voice choked up and the connection was broken.
Earl Greenburg sat there a long time, thinking about Diane Stevens and the anguish she was going through. Then he went to work cutting red tape.
* * *
THE DALTON MORTUARY was located on the east side of Madison Avenue. It was an impressive two-story building with the facade of a southern mansion. Inside, the decor was tasteful and understated, with soft lighting and whispers of pale curtains and drapes.
Diane said to the receptionist, "I have an appointment with Mr. Jones. Diane Stevens." "Thank you." The receptionist spoke into a phone, and moments later the manager, a gray-haired, pleasant-faced man, came out to greet Diane.
"I'm Ron Jones. We spoke on the phone. I know how difficult everything is at a time like this, Mrs. Stevens, and our job is to take the burden off you. Just tell me what you want and we will see that your wishes are carried out." Diane said uncertainly, "I-I'm not even sure what to ask." Jones nodded. "Let me explain. Our services include a casket, a memorial service for your friends, a cemetery plot, and the burial." He hesitated. "From what I read of your husband's death in the newspapers, Mrs. Stevens, you'll probably want a closed casket for the memorial service, so-" "No!" Jones looked at her in surprise. "But-" "I want it open. I want Richard to-to be able to see all his friends, before he …" Her voice trailed off.
Jones was studying her sympathetically. "I see. Then if I may make a suggestion, we have a cosmetician who does excellent work where"-he said tactfully-"it's needed. Will that be all right?" Richard would hate it, but-"Yes." "There's just one thing more. We'll need the clothes you want your husband to be buried in." She looked at him in shock. "The-" Diane could feel the cold hands of a stranger violating Richard's naked body, and she shivered.
"Mrs. Stevens?" I should dress Richard myself. But I couldn 't bear to see him the way he is. I want to remember"Mrs. Stevens?" Diane swallowed. "I hadn't thought about-" Her voice was strangled.