THE COFFINS ARE

‘You can wait,’ she said. ‘You’re not coming in with that I’m going to work.’
I wasn’t going to wait for her to go to her floor then for the lift to come back down before getting in myself. I was wet from riding in the rain.
‘I’ll go in first you can get in after,’ I said, ‘there’s plenty of room.’
‘I forgot for a moment,’ she said on our way up, ‘I thought it was the old lift and you had to squeeze in.’
‘How’ll they get a coffin in, I want to know,’ I said.
‘You can get one in here.’
‘But the coffin hole’s gone.’
‘Maybe there’s another one somewhere,’ she said and we looked around.
‘It’s a discreet one if there is one,’ I said. ‘Or the coffins are.’