Cold heart

“What are you doing here?” Adam turned his head to see it was Rachel standing behind him as she often did when he was working.

“Just watching,” Rachel replied. Adam continued to work on the cadaver in front of him, preparing the embalming fluid for the 93 year old heart attack victim.

“You have a sick curiosity, you know that?” Adam asked.

“Many times,” Rachel smiled. She leaned against the door frame and crossed her arms.

“There was a time you were grossed out by this stuff,” Adam said.

“Yeah, so were you, but daddy got that out of ya pretty quick.”

“Hey, your father was a tough sonuvabith.”

Rachel laughed. Her laugh was always infectious. Adam always liked that about her. “Daddy was a hard ass, but he did love you like a son.”

“I know. How long has it been?”

“Daddy? Hm 12 years now I think.”

“Thank God, I didn’t prepare him, I don’t know what I would’ve done as soon as it happened.”

“You were fine with me.”

“You were different than the others…”

“..others what? undead?” Rachel smiled.

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