I nod at that, privately pleased, and recognizing his name. It's a hard one to forget, if only because it's my dog's name, too. Elvis the dog perks up at the sound of his name, slipping out from behind me to sit on the porch between us.

"Yeah, she's mentioned you, too," I say, and glance past him. There's a hearse out there, which I assume is his. "You work at the mortuary, right?" Leave it to Effy to befriend someone with a job like that.