“I love Taylor Swift! This is my song!” Peter turned up the old CD stereo. Faye stifled a laugh, clearly never having seen a Grim dance to the queen of pop. Benedict didn’t know her well, but it was the first time he’d seen her smile. “Forgive him – the dead don’t get tired.” Benedict wished his brother had an off switch, but oddly, Faye didn’t seem to mind.
