Outside the door, Mrs. Lake kept opening her mouth and drawing deep, silent breaths after her crying. Then she wiped the tears from her face hard with the back of her hand, braced herself against the ground, got up, and walked toward her daughters' bedroom.
Behind the door, Kallen stood there.
Ah, she found out after all.
Kallen felt no particular disappointment. They were, after all, a married couple who had lived together for so long. It was perfectly normal for her to notice that her husband had been "replaced."
Rather than disappointment, he felt a sense of ease and release.
Walking over to the desk where he had eaten earlier, Kallen picked up a piece of leftover bread and began weighing things up in his mind.
The identity of an Order God Church Inquisitor-I want that.
Kallen broke off a small piece of bread and put it in his mouth.
Adams Psychological Clinic has closed, and I need a steady source of income, so I want this Funeral Society too.
Kallen tore off another small piece of bread and put it in his mouth.
Heh.
After all those twists and turns, from Mink Street in Rojia City, Ruilan, to Bluebridge Community in York City, Vien, I'm actually going to be running the familiar funeral business again.
That's not bad. All that "advanced training" at home wasn't wasted.
Next time I call Uncle Mason, I can tell him his nephew has turned the family Funeral Society into a branch operation.
Uncle and Aunt will probably have quite the expressions when they hear the news. After all, they left home because they didn't want to keep working in the funeral business, only for their nephew to leave home and take up the family trade again.
*Pike and Dinkum, those two Divine