It is night, and the graveyard is quiet.
Quiet, except for the sound of a shovel striking dirt, the huffing breaths of a girl, not much older than twelve, for certain, heaving shovelsful of earth out of a grave on the south end, and the sound of the loads of soil showering on the pile of their predecessors, on the opposite side of the grave from the corpse of a grown man who bears silent witness.