Papa Ghede heard the bell from his office at the back of the funeral parlor, and since Brigitte was out presiding over a service, it was up to him to greet anyone who happened to stop in.
He made his way down the hall, and smiled at the young woman in the lobby. She was like him, that much he knew, but nothing beyond that. Still, it never hurt to be polite. "Afternoon, miss," he said. "How can I help you today?"