Once there was a girl...

...and now she's grown into a woman.

I'm a lady who loves Earl Grey tea, skeletons, and stilettos. Also slightly obsessed with tentacles. Wrap your mind around that.

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I knew what he was doing. The dead do not always stay put. I once did an exhumation in which Grandpa was three plots over from the one in which he was supposed to have been buried. Another in which the deceased lay in a plot containing two stacks of three. Instead of bottom left, as shown in the records, our subject was second casket from the top right. First rule in a disinterment: Make sure you’ve got the right guy. Knowing the vague nature of old cemetery records, I assumed Burkhead was checking photos or brief verbal descriptions against observable details. Casket style, decorative hardware, handle design. Given the obvious age of the coffins, I doubted he’d be lucky enough to have manufacturers’ tags or serial numbers.
Devil Bones by Kathy Reichs