Employment Officer v. Engine Driver

After catching her breath, soaked head to foot, the Employment Officer and Embalmer fought - and the Employment Officer won.

Her concern isn't one of ammunition scarcity, but of drying off. Or at least of getting out of the rain.

She walks north to Stetson's cabin and bangs on the door. The Grave Digger releases the crude latch and looks outside, careful to open just far enough to keep out the rain. He looks down on a miserable sight: the Employment Officer - her make-up running in streaks down the contours of her puffy face, flat dark hair pressed against the sides of her face and neck, blouse soaked, making apparent the outline of a gargantuan bra. He cries out.

My daughter!

Pee-paw!

The door opens, the Employment Officer enters, and thus begins a tearful reunion.

This is where you've been?

I'm sorry I left you, sugar lumps. I just couldn't bare to be without work, seeing you starve on your government salary.

Oh pee-paw!

Oh honey dough!

They embrace.

I'm all wet from the rain, and I killed a man.

Don't you ever speak of that! We'll get you clean and set.... We'll find a way.

When the Engine Driver arrives, he sees no one. He waits.