Scene 6
STORYTELLER: “If it’ll save the family members a trip, I’d love to,” I said. “The bereaved have enough on their plate – or slab!” I joked.
JOE's eyelids flick open. It has been a dream. He allows a murmur, disquieted, shifts his pillow and settles his eyelids, hoping to continue.
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