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    ”The Vause family used to mean something around here, ya know.” He continued. ”But that Vause daughter of Diane’s…she’s better off to cut her losses and run for the hills.” He laughed.

    ”Bill! Shut up! She’s right there.” A woman across the table from him snapped. The man turned to the side to meet eyes with Alex. Alex simply smiled and approached him.

    ”I hope the service was up to par. I’m sorry for your loss. If you’ll excuse me, I have some things to attend to. My colleague Piper will be happy to help you if you need anything else.” Alex patted the man on the shoulder and exited back through the chapel. The man went back to his meatballs, unbothered.

    Piper continued standing near the door for the remainder of the time until Tasha led the family from the reception hall to the parking lot outside to begin the procession to the cemetery down the street.

    Once Piper was in the clear she walked back through the chapel to the lobby where Red sat behind her desk.

    ”Did you see where Alex went?” She asked.

    ”Her office.” Red replied lazily, not looking up from her book.

    Piper climbed the stairs to Alex’s shut office door. She knocked gingerly before opening it. Alex was in her desk chair, resting her head on her hand and staring at a blank computer screen.

    ”Hey.” Piper closed the door behind her and sat in the chair facing Alex.

    ”Hey.” Alex replied, taking a deep breath in. Her eyes were red as if she may have been crying.

    ”The family left.” Piper said.

    ”Well thank god for that.” Alex chuckled, sniffling.

    ”Tissue?” Piper offered, holding the box of tissues she’d been given to hand out to mourning family members during the service.

    ”No, thanks. Alex laughed and swatted the box away.

    ”Listen, what that guy said is bullshit. He’s just one of those gross old men that think they know everything.”

    ”No, he’s right.” Alex said, much to Piper’s surprise. ”This place was better when my mom was running it.” Alex picked up a framed picture off her desk and looked at it. She showed it to Piper. ”That’s mom and I.”

    Piper looked closely at the photo. It was a visibly older photo that showed a woman who looked similarly to Alex next to a very small child who Piper assumed was Alex who couldn’t have been any older than three. They were standing in front of the entrance to the funeral home.

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