Why I have received two invoices from the mason's yard at the cemetery is a mystery. ‘For repairs to grave furniture,’ one read. This was separate from the invoice for chiselling my sister's name into the plinth. At her funeral I didn't notice anything wrong with the grave. Trudy said she knows nothing of it, but Livy became quite upset when I mentioned it, and ran from the room. Later she said it was because she was having a coughing fit, but I didn't hear any coughing. And Ivy May just looked at me as if she knew the answer but wasn't about to tell me.
My daughters are an even greater mystery to me than the rogue invoice — which I have sent on to the superintendent with a query. Let him sort it out — he seems a capable fellow.