69 2 Earth under pressure Dad said, “Thanks, son, but go on to bed. Leave your chart and I’ll look at it.” By the next morning, Stirling had talked Mom and Dad into letting us skip school so I headed back upstairs for more sleep. When I returned, my parents were sitting at the kitchen table, cell phones in hand, arguing about Stirling’s idea for a green burial. Creepy little Stirling often has that effect on people: so certain he’s right that everyone takes him seriously. Dad looked at the clock. “It’s nine thirty. Maybe that place is open by now.” “What place?” I poured my cereal. “Green Balance,” he snapped. “Our energy watchdogs.” He punched the audit company’s number. “Yeah, Norm Hayward here about Olivia Hayward Morgan’s estate. Is this some kind of hoax?” He listened for a long time, then said, “Yeah, but we want to bury her today. Or cremate her. At least move her out of the garage. What’s wrong with just calling a funeral home?” He frowned and wrote down several numbers. “Okay, soon as we take care of the funeral I’ll call you to set up a meeting.” He hung up and stared into space. an audit company – endurskoðunarfyrirtæki an estate – eign a hoax – svik
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