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I rolled my eyes at his casual attitude and went back to work until Penelope’s hair and makeup was perfect.
Then I got started on her clothes.
“Whoa,” he said turning around.
“What?” I asked as I stripped the gown off Penelope’s body and threw it into the corner where the wash pile was.
“She’s naked,” he said waving blindly with his hand.
I giggled. “Sure is. But she’s dead. She’s not going to care that you saw her dead boobs.”
“That’s not the point. It’s just wrong,” he said roughly.
I smiled as I worked to get Penelope’s bra, button up shirt, panties, hose, and long ruffled up skirt on. Her shoes, the ones she paid $1000 for, as her husband said, were the last thing to be put on.
“Okay, you can turn back around,” I told him.
He turned around cautiously and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her covered.
“You probably see naked bodies a lot as a police officer...” I left the statement hanging and raised my eyebrow at him.
He lifted one shoulder. “Sure, but that’s not the same. She looks like she’s just...sleeping. Most of the ones I see while I’m working look obviously dead.”
“Necrophilia...not your thing. Got it,” I teased.
He mock glared at me before asking, “Are you almost done?”
I nodded. “Yep, just have to get her jewelry on and call Ralph down to help me move her into the casket.”
His head tilted. “Who’s Ralph?”
“He’s our muscle. When Brittany or I need an assist, he comes down to help. He’s the night security guard,” I explained as I placed the back on Penelope’s earring before backing away to survey the finished product.
“She looks pretty good. Much better than she did when you started,” he affirmed.
I smiled at him. “Thanks.”
Walking to the phone on the wall, I picked it up and dialed three.
“How’s it shakin’ little lady?” Ralph’s deep husky voice asked.
“It’s going okay, Mr. R. I need some help moving my newest client,” I said with a chipper cadence to my voice.
“Okay, be down in a few. Want a coke?” he asked as an afterthought.
“No, I’m okay. I’m done for the night; I won’t be too much longer.” I thanked him and then hung up.
“You know,” Loki said. “I could’ve helped you.”
I looked at him and made a weird face. “But then you’d have had your hands on a dead person, and I would’ve had to hear about it all night.”
He stuck out his tongue, but stepped out of the way as Ralph came in and helped me situate Penelope in her coffin.
“You know how I hate moving the dead,” Ralph grumped as he took Penelope’s legs and I took her arms.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said. “Quit your bitchin’.”
He didn’t, but I didn’t expect him to.
