“Oh, yes,” I replied, not wanting to pass up any opportunity for cultural enrichment.
I put on my shoes and started down the path with her.
“Uh… I should tell you…” she began, and then trailed off.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Well, you see… Uncle is, ah… well, you know… dead. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all,” I reassured her. “I like meeting dead people—they are so… so…