“We could have a ceremony over the garbage can down in the laundry room.” “Or maybe we should nick a spade from the greenhouse and dig him a grave.” “Here lies Igor,” I start. “A loyal servant.” “Devoted to the pursuit of pleasure until the end,” Mia continues. I bow my head gravely. “A true hero. He will be missed.” “What the fuck,” the girl mutters with a glance back at us.
