“Yes,” she agreed, and was silent.
Presently, he came back to the whimsical. “We’re a funeral party, aren’t we?”
“No.”
“Well, we can start a partnership as funeral directors to bury the past, can’t we?”
“Sure!”
Nielsen laughed, and she followed his example.
“Erna, I envy you,” he started again.
“Why?”
“Nothing downs you long. You’re such a happy Indian that you’re able to run your world.”
“Am I?”