I nudged Grover. “Oh,” he said. “Um…drowned…in the bathtub.” “All three of you?” Charon asked. We nodded. “Big bathtub.” Charon looked mildly impressed. “I don’t suppose you have coins for passage. Normally, with adults, you see, I could charge your American Express, or add the ferry price to your last cable bill. But with children…alas, you never die prepared. Suppose you’ll have to take a seat for a few centuries.”
