"I live in that newly converted hotel. Pax Letale. Do you know it? If not, I recommend you cross on the opposite side of the street. The merriment is far-reaching," she confided, leaning back on her hands easily. "I approve of squelching. If you need help, I'm an expert."
When he asked if he could call her Olivia she nodded. "The only person to ever call me that was my brother, but I'm pretty sure he hates me right now," she admitted, more random babbling than an actual intention to confess. She would have talked to Billy about it, but that was out of the question, and this man was here, and he didn't know her from peter. "His brother died, and I abandoned him right before the funeral."
"Disneyland was my parents idea. I think they thought the happiest place on Earth would make me happy." She shrugged her shoulders. "I work at the Haunted Mansion, where I get to be gloomy all day long. You can't change my stripes, I don't think, not even with mouse ears and pastels."
She looked at the grave, and she noticed the things he must have noticed originally. It looked like it hadn't been visited in a very, very long time. "Do you think their family forgot? Or do you think they died alone?"