Payne sought clarification. “Vertical or horizontal?”“Horizontal, of course.”“Sorry, but I can’t help you.” “Will you pipe down for a minute? Naturally she was dead since I work at a cemetery. Her face struck a chord though. So, I rummaged around in the old Rory memory bank, and Emily is what rings a bell. Didn’t we go to school with an Emily? Tenth or eleventh grade, if I recall it correctly.

Smoking on Mount Rushmore: 16 New & Selected Short Stories