As a woman like me the dead talk about us, or do they?. I worked on digging a grave for a client and made it look like it dug itself. I climbed out dirty from all the digging and dusted off myself. From hair to overall pants, then I put my shovel into the shed in the far back of the funeral home. Then I went up to the second floor so I could shower and put on a properly dressed attire for the clients coming today.

I put on a suit and tie, so I look lovely in a bad time. Father says ‘look your best because the dead may speak behind your back if you don’t’. I brushed my hair to take out knots and put my hair up in a tight bun. Only a lover may see me less proper, but never seen someone who would stay long term. Never met someone who would stay with a gravedigger.

I go downstairs and greet my Client, so I feel better in my skin. “Oh Ms. Silver, it appears you are early,” I say informing her kindly.

“Am I? I was told to meet you at noon, so I thought it would be appropriate to come a bit early” She says as if I was a job she was getting done.

I mostly can read people by their speech patterns, so I smile. “Are you going to argue about your mother’s decision to bury her husband instead of cremation?”.

She tried to intimidate me like I’m a child, but I’m 25 years old and I don’t give a shit. So whatever she is trying won’t change that. This is my job to do as I was already asked to do so and I’ll stand my ground to the decision.

“You aren’t the client, your mother is and as far as I know you don’t care about her decision,” I said.

“How dare you speak that way to me? Don’t you know who I am?” She says spitting venom.

“Yes I do know who you are, You are Roslin Silver, The heiress of the Silver’s Winery in the countryside,” I say calmly and well informed.

She looked at me wide-eyed and her mouth looked pouty but also in an awe expression. So I felt sort of like a detective so I tilt my head. “Any more outbursts? I need to get to work on getting the body ready for the viewing your mother asked for” I say.

“Can I help somehow?” I looked at her as if she is a new person now.

“Excuse me? What are you trying to say?” I asked blind-sighted.

“If I can’t get my way, I might as well help with my father,” she said and felt like giving her time with the body to say goodbye.

I nodded and lead her to where her father is and I left her to say her goodbyes. Then I heard crying and I had a weird feeling about it, what is this?. I went back in quietly and heard her voice, but seemed like a broken sound. Then it sounded like a raging storm and I heard her yell.

“You fucker, you shouldn’t have gotten off like that and treated me like an ugly thing,” she says.

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I stayed silent and watched from the opening of the door. She continued “There wasn’t anything wrong with how I loved someone, so I hope you burn in hell”.

I walked in and said, “what were you saying?” I was worried about what was going on.

She walked over to me and held me close to her, I didn’t know what to do. My body was feeling weird, I’ve never felt like this before. “Do you remember me from school?” she said faintly. I didn’t understand the question, I barely remember some people from school. I was never allowed to have a social life and all I have is this business.

Never got to learn of my life, what I was good at and I feel uncertain. What is she trying to tell me? It feels like she is like me. I’m unsure how to respond to her question and she must have got tired of my silence. The next minute I know it I’m being kissed and I pull away stunned.

“W-what was that for?” I said as this hit me.

“Oh, shit did I read things wrong? I thought you might be into me, so I just went for it” She says as she grabs her purse and starts to leave. I don’t know why, but I grabbed her wrist and it felt so weird. Why was I doing this? I don’t know this feeling, but I want to explore it. She looks at me with feelings mixing in her eyes and her lips press together nervously. Then suddenly sounds of rain were in our background, I guided her to my office and she was still confused.

I put her on the couch and kissed her for the first time in my life. She opened her mouth so I stick my tongue in her mouth and really felt connected. Playing with her tongue she started to grip my suit jacket and I pulled away with my tongue. We started panting and Roslin looks at me looking a mess of hair out of place. My heart beat fast at the sight of her as this and I rushed to continue.

She saw what I was doing and looked like she wanted this to happen. I blushed when my shirt was being pulled and she said “You know what to do” she tilts her head and smiles big.

It was as if she was wanting to see more of me, but she seems like she can already see me on the inside. Then kissed me and this time passionately, then we heard a knock. Then I heard a knock on the door and I froze in place. “Ms. Graves, Can I talk to you about the funeral preparations?” I heard Mrs.Silver say.

“Give me a moment” I rushed to put myself back together and Roslin did the same. We straighten out our clothes so we don’t look messed up. Then I answered the door and smiled sneaking around the door to close it behind me.

“Are you okay? You seem tired” Mrs.Silver asks.

“Yes I am, but I’ll be fine for right now” I try to be calm and ask.

“What do you want to add to the preparations?” I say getting back in the swing of things.

She looked at me “well I was hoping you would join us for the viewing, you need to relax and enjoy life”.

“Oh, I couldn’t intrude on your time with family and friends,” I say calmly.

She smiled “oh a pretty girl as you should marry into my family and I’m sure one of my sons would love to get to know you”.

I just smiled and waited for her to leave the building, felt excited again to see Roslin. She had closed the curtains and was sitting on the couch to talk. but she looked worried that she would never get a chance to be around. I reassured her by locking the door and I got on the couch, so we could finish what we started. We breathed heavily in each other’s embrace and I looked up at her, I have decided what I’ll do.

“What do you think we should do?” I wasn’t sure what to think now.

“Do we have a girlfriend’s status? Wait that wasn’t your first kiss right?” I blushed at her boldness.

“Well, I guess this wasn’t your first,” I say nervous now.