mhaille (who'd driven me out to the Valley) and myself. By the way, Cockney accents don't work for gravediggers unless they're wearing dishevelved top hats and shawls. I gave the little cat one last scritch goodbye, wrapped her in a towel, put the towel bundle in the grave and shoveled the dirt back on. After patting the dirt back down Dad said a few words and then, in true Protestant fashion, we went back inside for coffee.
This, then, is the end of the chapter. There's a blank page before the start of the next chapter, which is often what happens in certain stories.
