Qebhet met Marian's look of apology with a small grin. The thought had struck her, too, wandering between crowded displays of pristine crockery and glassware, children's toys and family photos. What a waste, that all of it had ended up in the trash – but what a wonderful thing that somebody had seen fit to salvage it.
"I'm surprised nobody ever has," she admitted. "It helps that we're a family funeral home, I think. I can leave for a few years and come back as a daughter or niece, fresh out of mortuary school." Her grin crept wider, amusement touching her eyes. "Lots of people tell me I look just like my aunt, though."