“I don’t know if there’ll be enough ashes to go around,” she said. She was speaking frankly, over her shoulder, to the rest of us waiting in line. “I think I’m cramping,” anonymous voice from the darkened heavens above said. Surely there wouldn’t be enough time for everyone to get their fair share, and I told Frank as much. “It is best to avoid direct eye contact,” Frank said. He was worried. Frank had brought his whole family down from Muskie 3 months before, and as of yet hadn’t even gotten a sniff.
Deep underground in the bone factory, Lester waited for his chance.