The November afternoon had a chill in the air that seeped into the bones. Maybe it was being out in the open or perhaps just the ambient chill from the stones but Eulogy was finding himself mildly uncomfortable. He told himself his current discomfort must be due to the weather because it surely could not be from his clothes. His blue Demin overalls and think fleece hoody were very appropriate for gardening in this weather and one could hardly toil in the dirt wearing a suit. Even though that is what he would prefer.
He adjusted his black toque out of his eyes and sniffed the cold air. He paused in his work to glance at the entrance. The wrought iron gate was firmly open inviting entry to any who wished to visit the a loved one. So far today, like most days, there were none. Which made it easier for him to to speak to his incoming guest.
Mordechai again turned his attention back to his work. Reaching a hand into a bucket of soapy water he pulled forth a sponge and began to wipe down the gravestone. This particular stone was a member of the ancients club. Being one of the older markers in the cemetery. An epitaph to a centuries dead woman the stone could still be read. "Here lies Edith Cloverfield. Wife and Mother 1718 - 1801." It was a simple unadorned stone as most were at the time. Mordechai pondered the life she had lived while he cleaned the grime off.
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