Charles still had some time before his shift ended. Only once he finished his work could he take March 7th and Stelle to the Bus Stop.
Watching the exhausted Charles, March 7th couldn't help asking curiously:
"Uncle Charles, don't you already have a job as a musician at the Funeral Association? Why are you working as a Corpse Bearer too?"
"When you need money, there's never enough of it." Charles shook his head and said bitterly, "I asked at the newspaper office. Placing a missing-person notice costs money, and I want to save up enough as soon as possible."
Charles had a daughter named Lina, whom he still hadn't found.
Just then, another vehicle drove into the courtyard. Charles hurried over to help carry the bodies into the Morgue.
March 7th and Stelle waited at the courtyard entrance, refusing to go inside the Funeral Association's building.
They could feel that the chill was coming from that building!
Even March 7th, who wasn't afraid of the cold, felt a chill deep inside.
Just then, someone approached from the distance, her shadow stretched long beneath the streetlights.
She was a very tall, broad woman with a round face.
She stopped at the Funeral Association's gate and peered inside.
March 7th couldn't help murmuring to Stelle:
"If I were as tall as her, I'd dare to walk around at night too."
"Then we could buy a coat," Stelle said seriously. "We could both hide inside it and walk stacked on top of each other."
After a pause, she continued:
"I saw Kafka make a few coats. We could borrow one from her."
Just then, the tall woman walked over and said:
"E-excuse me..."
She took a breath, her voice growing a little louder:
"Is Ch-Charles here?"
"Ch-Charles?" March 7th looked puzzled.
"N-no." Lina's