Effie Sfikas is gazing out the front window. The sun is shining, the stores are open and people are walking up and down Ditmars Boulevard.
The world is bursting with life.
She turns her big, brown eyes to the ground and composes herself.
Death is not an easy subject to talk about.
“You need to show sympathy and compassion to the families,” she says in a somber voice.
Her grave garments — black slacks, white pleated blouse, black tie and black stilettoes – are accented with a serious…
