“He was an undertaker,” Baker said. “Good deal,” Abraham said disinterestedly. “When I was a kid, I always used to wonder,” Baker said vaguely. He seemed to lose track of his thought, then glanced at Garraty and smiled. It was a peculiar smile. “Who’d embalm him, I mean. Like you wonder who cuts the barber’s hair or who operates on the doctor for gallstones. See?” “It takes a lot of gall to be a doctor,” McVries said solemnly.
