Genesis watched Beti's face as she watched the dead woman. There was always something about Beti: a poise, a definite wise-beyond-her-years kind of deal. Someone from the outside might have said that was what came from growing up around death (her father was the boss here, and this place had been in their family for generations) but Genesis had been raised in a funeral home as well, and she didn't possess any of Beti's serenity.
"Have you been stuck with the paperwork this morning?" Genesis asked her. "It's a gorgeous day out there, sunny and warm, finally like the world is leaving winter behind."