"Skip the chocolate," she said, "you might turn sweet, and we can't have that, can we? We need as many people on the side of doom and sarcasm as we can get."
She looked out into the nothing night, trying to decide on an answer to his question. In the end, he was a stranger, anonymous, and anonymity bred confidences. Plus, he was here, wasn't he? In a graveyard, for no reason other than to dust off graves?
She sat down on the grass in front of the grave, completely nonplussed by sitting over-top a coffin. "Olivia is the name my parents gave me, but Aura is the name mi familia gave me." That much, at least, was true. The Castillos were her family, had always been her family. She looked up at him in the moonlight. "Want to tell me why you're cleaning off stranger's graves?"