`` swell , '' i muttered , and followed her through the parking lot to the funeral home . there were a few sounds when a bit of breeze touched the house , the creaks of old and comfortable wood . `` this is the story of the century . the punch knocked my face , and i fell to the floor in a heap . her lace had got into a knot . alec and i start to decorate , and soon dad is home helping , too . 