ABASI
He nodded to Evie, hoping that when she came he would have things to speak about with her; he had never been wonderful at social plans; they tended to end in awkward silence and people leaving early.
"Yes, I have chairs," He responded to Dante, his voice a little bit tired. Even strict undertakers had to sit down sometimes; besides he'd set up a sitting area behind the mortuary specifically for grieving families. As far as he was concerned, his mortuary was perfect for guests, whether he ever smiled at them or not. "I believe Evie's suggestion is much better. She will appreciate it more, it seems."
The gods who existed before me
rest now in their tombs
