The Record Of Barton’s Fantastical Events

"The uncompromising rebounds can only be gathered in the end when Cliff doesn't like me."

Unlike Maya, Zac wants to give this story a correct summary, right, Cliff ca n’t let go of her self-esteem and allow her to start from the future without any damage, and can only do it with the omnipotent “hate” Zac Own argument.

"Hypocritical!" The chick girl naturally insisted on her own summary.

Zac didn't want to dispute, and to Louise, "What now?" Zac's arrangement could not be implemented. "Does Benjamin have any ideas over there?"

Louise shook her head. "When I came back, I asked Benjamin, and he called him when you said you had a new idea."

There is no way to say whether this is Benjamin's reliable or unreliable. Zac waved his hand and looked at the time. It was close to the time Drake had brought.

"Alice." Zach didn't want to talk to Maya. "What is your arrangement today?" Without saying it, 'Can I bring more people? ’

Alice glanced at Zach and began to answer, "We will go to the hospital to see Mr. Su in the morning." Mr. Su, the **** and chin, the guy who is walking toward the end with the philosophy of mourning the banshee, "The more his body is It ’s getting worse, I ’ve been in the hospital for a few days, and today is the last day. We want to say goodbye. ”If Alice said so, then this is impossible to change ...

It's addictive to interpose, someone, "Unless your brethren have done any magical surgery, and give this poor teacher a life of pain!"

Gee. Maya is also enough, still grasping the last time Drake rescued Mr. Su by surgery ... For Maya, it is not a doctor who saves patients, it is humans trying to play gods, is n’t it ~

Zac shook his head helplessly, "Drake is on leave today, he won't be close to the hospital anymore, you can rest assured and enjoy Teacher Su's ending." At the same time, Zac also understands that this group of teenagers' morning itinerary, they are Can't count on it.

Maya snorted and stopped talking.

"In the afternoon, we will go to Parker Elementary School for a meeting." Alice was able to continue. "Parker Elementary School will usher in the end next week. The nursery school during the summer vacation may be reopened during the winter vacation. Parker Elementary School is still regarded as Lola, the third generation in the Western District, our community. We need to discuss about extracurricular projects. "

Before continuing with the plot, it must be mentioned-yes, Alice and Zac spoke. But, like this, specific, comprehensive, and take care of every corner of the answer. This means ending the dialogue.

Zac nodded, and Alice was very clear, didn't she? The afternoon trip was not for outsiders.

Alice also nodded, and pulled Maya, who seemed to be ready to intervene again, to find Matthew.

Zac looked back at Louise, looking helpless, "What shall we do."

"Mo." Louise just suggested, "She has arrangements today to go to the Sophia meeting, maybe we can ..."

"Take a group of kids to see a fan meeting for the protagonist of an adult soap opera." Zac was only summarizing Louise's suggestion. The meaning of adult is just that twisted, tangled, angular relationship. After all, the picture that Zac occasionally aimed at is that this Sophia is either between the lover and the lover, or between the lover and the lover ...

Louise pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Zac glanced at the living area. Old Hank was dazed at the door, probably thinking about the same thing. Don't be surprised. Old Hank needs Derrick the true grande. If he had a chance to win Drake, he would not let it go.

But for how to help Derek enjoy the parent-child time, this old man is more useless than Zach.

When he heard the sound of the car from far and near, Zac naturally thought it was Lola who came to pick her friend. friend. This gave Zac a little inspiration.

"Call Fitz."

"Well?" Louise, "What did you think of?"

"If we can only stay in Grande, at least let Derrick relax, knowing that his children are not playing with a group of former criminals." Zac pouted, "If we play dungeon games, me and Benjamin will not be too weird. "

"Good idea." Louise smiled. "I've always wanted to participate in your game night ~" I called.

Zac doesn't worry about Fitz having time, the socially incompetent, and no other friends. Zac is confident that when his long-awaited "cool friend" calls them, they will run ...

But Zac was a little wrong. When the sound of the car stopped, Lola didn't show up. Louise, who was dialing, was slightly surprised behind the counter. "Zac, we're here."

Still the master of Grande, work, still have to do.

After a programmatic pick-up process, Zac had already sat back in the office, looking at the female customer opposite and pushing the tissues on the table intimately. Oh, not to make the other person shed their tears. In fact, there is no trace of wetness on this client's face, only the makeup that has been spent on the flower-this client has already cried on the way.

This is good, at least Zac is facing a calm customer now. Hey, dullness is more accurate.

Someone has to start, "I'm sorry about your loss, may I ask you ..." Zac needs the other to complete the title behind.

"Just husband, he is my husband."

Zac nodded, and filled in the record form in front of him with ‘male’.

"Your accent." Zach just tried to relax the other party. "I noticed an accent, aren't you Eastern?"

"No, uh, yes." The customer was a bit confused. "We just moved to this city." Thinking also seems to be uncontrollably drifting, and the expression switches between smiling and sluggish, "We, huh, just bought a new house . We, uh, are decorating ... "Obviously the human brain, still looking for his place in memory and reality.

Zac didn't bother, although there was still much to fill in on the form. But an emotional person knows that it should not be interrupted now.

"Renovation, us, our home ..."

Zac pushed the tissue again, this time with tears.

Zac is very patient.

Most of the customer reception in the funeral industry is like this, the thing that controls the rhythm is the customer's reason-basically something that is offline when the funeral industry is needed.

"Hug, sorry ..." Occasionally on the line, the client wiped his face hard, and his already swollen eyes lifted in the direction of Zac, "He, uh, he is in the hospital now, the nurse said I should Contact the funeral home earlier, because, because of his body, body, body ... "is offline.

"Which hospital should I ask someone to pick up your husband now."

Does Grande and the hospital remember the cooperation, so Zac at least understands one thing, it is more realistic, even the cold fact-the hospital is a place to save people, so when a person no longer has the opportunity to save, the hospital continues It is a waste to use more resources on him. This waste includes maintaining corpses with belongings. Attribution means in a broad sense, the hospital has no right to decide the corpse for the follow-up research, use and disposal of this corpse.

At this time, it naturally means that the client ’s husband ’s body was taken.

"North, the hospital in the North District." This client couldn't even call the name of the hospital. Understandably, she just said, she just moved here.

Zac gave the other person a wait, and started calling to inform the hospital. Then get up and need to send someone to pick it up, right? Just give this customer a little time to deal with emotions.

Zac had just come downstairs, Louise pointed upstairs, "How is it going?"

"New widow." Zach shook his head, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Louise expectantly, "You want to go up ..."

"No." So simply, "I can't feel the same way." This is an internal joke of a vampire couple, can it be received-Louise cannot be a widow.

Zac smiled, "Well, I need to go to the hospital to pick up the body, Charlie?"

"I don't know." Louise glanced at the living area. "Probably accompany Russell." First shut Zac's mouth. "I won't go, Fitz. They came over in half an hour. We were not prepared to be in Georgia. Rand welcomes anyone, and now there are a bunch of people coming, we need to prepare. Well, food and the like ... "Louise blinked, probably she didn't know what to prepare.

"That's true." Zac whispered, and then let Louise consider it, and he walked towards the living area. "We have a guest who needs a funeral." Zac said when he passed the old Hank. Be informed.

Old Hank didn't respond at all.

Zac didn't say much. He glanced indifferently at the eyes in the living area, and he was too lazy to go in. Unfortunately, he didn't see any employees he could instruct at this glance-Russell, Logan, Charlie, Bay Yep. Do n’t feel pity that Zac can only look for the sadness of these four pairs in these many pairs of eyes, we see him make such a thing, do n’t we? He deserves it.

Zac was about to summon his employees to appear by raising the volume. Just when he opened his mouth, a beam of eyes was clearly different from all the eyes now staring at him and approaching.

Zac glanced at the new employee, Dell Walker, who also had the breakfast tray in his hand. The other party looked at him, "We have a job, boss?"

Dell glanced back at his colleagues, and finally looked at the old Hank who didn't even care about Zack at the door. The voice was a bit loud, "What really belongs to us in our files, funeral work?"

Old Hank had some movements. He glanced back at Dell, his wrinkled face twitching. It seems to have heard Dell's hint-no matter what Grand is really doing, the funeral industry is Grand's only identity that can clearly exist in this city.

No matter what is between Old Hank and Zachary Grande, the funeral industry is something that both parties must do seriously.

Zac only now saw four employees he could instruct on the stairs to look around. Forget it, Zac waved his hand, "I need to go to the North District Memorial Hospital to pick up the body." The name was confirmed when I called the hospital. Zac said the name and looked at Old Hank-since Dell has reminded Old Hank was involved, and Zac was the generous boss, "Who is free now, you arrange ..."

"I'm free." Between the plates in Dell's hand, I came and didn't know what to do with Evan's hand. When Evan just opened his mouth, Dale stuffed Tuo Tu to his mouth, "I need a car, I don't have the key to the warehouse."

Zac looked at Dell and then to Old Hank to confirm whether Old Hank had any comments.

Old Hank just turned his eyes away again, which was acquiescence.

Zac nodded and said that he received and greeted Logan, the warehouse key next to the living area. In Logan's hand, don't forget, "You go with Dell and teach him the process by the way."

Logan was also a quiet guy who knew what he was going to do, nodded to show his life, gestured at Dell and walked out of the living area.

Now that they are all here, Zach glanced at his eyes again, especially Evan who tried to swallow the food. "Today Grand will have some guests. Old Hank should have mentioned it. Derek and his children , And some friends, and Benjamin. I hope everyone will perform better. "

"Perform better? Oh! Should we perform a few shows!" It's just a murmur hiding behind people, "What do you think we are!"

Zac was too lazy to talk nonsense, and turned to leave, to the old Hank, "You man, you must watch it. Not for me, for Drake Grande."

After twitching again, Old Hank was full of breath, "Give me a word! When will you leave!"

Zac turned his head on the front staircase of the living area and looked at the old Hank at the door. Of course, there are also a pair of happy eyes in that door, "I can't give you any accurate words, you know that waiting for the news over there."

there? If there is not a group of humans staring, this word is directly replaced by the magic feast.

"When will there be news for you there?"

Zac is still generous, he knows that Old Hank is in a bad mood-simple, Drake Grande entrusts his parent-child time to Zac, not him, the only thing he can do is as Zac said, ' People who are optimistic about themselves', hehe, what is this. Nothing counts!

So Zac just spread his hands, "I don't know." Finally gave a smile and never looked back.

come back to the office. Dealing with emotions with time is exactly what the client needs. When Zuck sat back at his desk again, the other party ’s face was already really calm. She opened her mouth, although there were some ups and downs in the tone, but always, yes And funeral theme.

"I have a question about the funeral." The client looked at Zac. "I, I heard that Grand is Barton's most, well, most ..." She didn't know how to describe it, high-end? Uh, just skip it, "I want to give my husband a traditional funeral, but, um, I have some concerns about his condition, um, worry ..."

Zach is ready to record, because it sounds like the other party is about to start asking, "Please say, we Grand will do our best. This is our job."

"Thank you, thank you." The customer's eyes are no longer on Zac, I don't know where, out of focus, "He uh, he doesn't have a heart ..."

Start strangely, and then continue, "Liver, lungs, kidneys, hip bones, here, uh, what is this, joints ..."

If Zac is very sure that this is almost all the internal organs of the human body, the beginning is, ‘he didn’t—’. The pen in hand is recording, this should be a requirement for grooming.

"Left arm ..." The client is making gestures, from the upper arm to the fingertips, "Right leg ..." is also bending over to try to make gestures, Zac did not stop, continue to record, this only shows that the filler that needs to be filled with the body is not limited to the skin That's it. Zac has been the owner of this funeral home for so many years, professional.

"Um, and, he, he has no eyes ..." The client lifted his body from the gesture, his hand was also in front of his eyes, and then slid down, leaning lightly on his face as if he had no strength to continue Ke instructed, "He uh, he has no skin ... he uh, he uh ..."

Zac didn't let any expression appear on his face, just recorded, and then quiet. thinking? sympathy. Poor man, poor wife.

"This, is this common ..." The client seemed to recover some strength, leaning forward against the table and looking at Zac, "I, I mean, you, you are a funeral industry, you, you have seen Many corpses, right. Me, my husband, are they so common? "

Zac can answer ‘No, corpses with few leftovers like your husband are not common. "No, no. Zack's answer is, "Sometimes in very extreme accidents, the body of the deceased will be like this ..." The answer is very neutral.

Was interrupted.

"No. He, he just fell off the ladder. What, lumps damaged his head ..." Excited? Yes, the client stared at Zac, "He, he is alive, just asleep ... doctor, said he will not wake up, and then, he is an organ donor, there is a card, in him In those purses, those doctors ... "

Uh,*.