The Kelly Girl Story


I was in San Francisco and I was going to take my little brother out to lunch.
I went over to the Green Street Mortuary on Green Street, where he worked,
as an apprentice mortician.
In the office there
a Kelly Girl, a temporary secretary.
I asked where Jerome was.
She pointed to the double doors at the end of a very long hallway and said, “He’s in that room
 down there, and I’m never going in that room again”.
It was something about the dead people in there that bothered her.

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