Molly did laugh. âProbably because whatever your idiosyncracies may be, femur tossing just isnât one of them.â
âOr femur decorating.â Winnie shook her head. âIs this something I should expect from you on a regular basis? If it is, let me know now. I hate surprises.â
âDonât be silly,â Molly scoffed. âIf you hated surprises, you would have worked in a hospital lab. Not a city morgue.â
Winnie didnât react past lifting the bone. âHere. Give this to one of the techs to sign in. Weâll pass it along to the forensic anthropologists and see if itâs a problem.â
Molly accepted the bone and headed out of the office for the morgue downstairs. She hadnât made it four steps before Patrick popped off the secretaryâs desk and followed her.
âThis is such a cool place,â he said. âWhy didnât you tell us you worked here? There are, like, bodies back there, arenât there, Aunt Molly?â
Molly stopped dead at the bottom of the stairs and faced her tooexcited nephew. âWhom you are not invited to visit. Stay here. Iâll be right back.â
âYou could get me a job here,â he suggested to her back.
âNo jobs open.â
She could almost hear his cold displeasure, but he remained on good behavior by visiting with the receptionist whose desk was the only thing in the echoing foyer of the old white granite block building. Molly continued on back to the morgue area where she could pass the bone off to one of the intake techs who logged in bodies and protected personal effects.
The tech was even more excited than Patrick.
âItâsch real pretty, ischnât it?â Lewis asked with a decided lisp when he saw the bone. Lewis was shorter than Molly, roly-poly and disheveled. And, unfortunately, he had a lisp. It seemed to Molly, suddenly, that everybody was hissing at her.
She found herself staring at him. âWhat do you decorate your house with, Lewis?â
He grinned to show a gap or two in his teeth. âWouldnât you like to know, Misch Burke? Wouldnât you juscht like to know?â
Miss Burke was sure she just didnât. She hadnât worked with Lewis long, but she figured they should be past the Miss Burke stage by now. But then, Lewis was unfailingly polite and devoted to the details that would have driven Molly insane. And, to be frank, Lewis wasnât exactly waiting for that big astrophysics grant, which made him content with the odd hours and odder clients.
âWinnie would like it logged in,â she said, motioning to the bone in its bag. âItâs going to need to be tested.â
âOne bone full of red and gold paint,â he said, taking hold with short, square hands. âWhatâsch to tescht?â
Whether or not the bone was from a medical supply house. Whether it was an old bone, the kind that kept popping up in the St. Louis area every time the mass transit needs crossed old, untended cemetery land. Whether it really was enough to give Molly fresh nightmares.
Oh no, she thought with a mental shake of her head. That was a path she did not plan to follow. Her nightmare schedule was already booked up, thanks very much.
âWinnie has a call in to an anthropologist,â Molly said and thanked him. And got out before she let Lewis creep her out, too.
âNow,â she said, picking up her nephew from where he was making the receptionist smile. âLetâs go find you a job.â
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They found him a job. Even better, they found him a job with hours that almost matched Mollyâs. So they bought him black pants and white shirtsâon his credit cardâfor his bussing position and got him keys for the house. And for the next three days Molly redesigned her life to accommodate another person.
âItâs not really that bad,â she told Sasha on the fourth day as the two of them drew up meds side
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations