basement,

Aunt's workshop.

Mary held a cigarette in her hand and lit it slowly.

Uncle Mason stood at the door with his hand on the back of his son Lunt's neck.

Lunt was crying and kept saying:

"sorry Sorry……"

Uncle Mason, who had always had a good temper, now had a gloomy face.

Finally, as if the noise could no longer be tolerated, Aunt Mary said:

"Go and wash up, don't disturb the little girl to rest."

Lunt skipped class to participate in a march organized by the environmentally friendly girl Delise from Wayne. They attacked the power plant, causing a large-scale power outage in the East District. The power outage caused the little girl's surgery to go awry;

Now, she is lying here.

In fact, Lunt did not really make a mistake. Even if he was taken to the police station, the police would probably just smile.

Life is full of surprises.

Maybe this little girl’s surgery would not have been successful? After all, her surgery comes with relatively high risks.

If Hansi Hospital's backup generator could operate normally and provide power in time, would the impact of the surgical power outage be avoided?

Furthermore, Lunt was just holding a sign outside the power plant and shouting slogans along with it. In other words, he was just "chasing stars" and he did not rush into the power plant to cause destruction;

But there are some reasons that can be used to deceive the judge, but cannot be used to deceive yourself.

Karen told what happened today;

It was impossible for him to conceal it, not only because of the injuries on his face, but also because if he concealed it, he would not be able to ask for a discount on the girl's funeral expenses from his family.

He is just a working family member who enjoys dividends but has no decision-making power.

After telling the story, Uncle Mason took off Lunt's pants and spanked him with a belt on his buttocks.

When he learned that his behavior today had caused the death of a girl several years younger than him, Lunt, who was beaten, just cried, but did not cry out for pain or beg for mercy.

After a good beating,

Uncle Mason took Lunt to the little girl and "apologized".

To outsiders, this is a very silly behavior, as deliberate as a show;

But where is the show that takes place in your own home and is only for your family?

After all, the Immelais family has always had a good family tradition.

Lunt limped up, and at the ramp, Mina was picking him up and wiping his face with a hot towel.

"Sister...I was wrong..."

"well."

Mina didn't know how to comfort her brother, especially knowing that the little girl's body was lying underneath, and she couldn't say any words of comfort.

"How to calculate the cost?" Uncle Mason asked his wife.

"What their family requested was package B." Aunt Mary said.

Ron had already pointed at the car and said it was a fat deal.

In the past, when there was the business of package B, Aunt Mary could walk with the wind in her arms, but tonight, she couldn't be happy.

Aunt Mary put out the cigarette butt and continued:

"Winnie and I have discussed it and we will follow the standard of package B, but when we give a specific quotation tomorrow, the discount will be bigger."

"Oh." Uncle Mason nodded, "That's it?"

Aunt Mary flipped her hair and sighed: "If you don't make any money on this order, let's lose some money."

"OK."

Uncle Mason's expression finally relaxed.

If this order makes money, he will feel unhappy, but it is better to lose some money and feel a little more comfortable.

"I'll go up and call those companies."

Some funeral items with special requirements, such as coffins, need to be ordered temporarily. The Immelais family will prepare some commonly used goods, but it is impossible to prepare all of them. After all, they are more like consumers of upstream companies, and

Not a dealer.

Aunt Mary shook her head and said, "It's so late, let's make arrangements tomorrow."

After saying that, Aunt Mary waved her hand and signaled her husband to disappear from her eyes quickly. She was annoyed.

"Yeah." Uncle Mason left.

Aunt Mary began to clean the little girl's body with her own hands, very gently.

After cleaning, Aunt Mary took a set of underwear and helped her put it on. Then she pulled a stool, sat beside the bed, and massaged the little girl's head with her hands.

In fact, most of the rituals and procedures at the funeral are prepared for the living, including Aunt Mary's current massage. The little girl is gone and she will definitely not be able to sense it;

But it was she who was being pressed, but it was Aunt Mary's own heart that was relaxed.

After the head massage, it’s time for the rest of the body.

After completing a set of procedures, Aunt Mary began to embalm the little girl, so that on the day of the funeral, she could say goodbye to her relatives in the most natural and beautiful way.

The role of the mortician is to allow the deceased to retain dignity and dignity when they leave.

Another function is to allow the relatives and friends of the deceased to remember the image of the deceased seriously.

When people think of another person, what comes to mind is often a frozen "photo";

Why do people attach so much importance to "seeing each other for the last time"? It would be a great regret if we didn't see you again?

Because in daily life, people rarely look carefully and remember the faces of the people around them, and often the closer the relationship is to the people, the easier it is to be ignored in this regard, and they always naively feel that there will be a long time.

A long time, and a long, long time;

It wasn't until the unexpected farewell came that she realized that the face in her mind, the "photo" in her mind, had long been outdated, unclear and blurred.

What's scary is not the loss, but the fact that you can't forgive yourself for forgetting when you need to remember.

Aunt Mary's job is to avoid this regret as much as possible.

She had no intention of resting, nor would she allow herself to rest. She planned to use the rest of the night to complete everything about the little girl;

In addition, it has been a long time since she worked so seriously and devotedly.

…

At three o'clock in the morning, Karen, who had already slept and woke up, walked to the basement with the coffee pot and delivered the coffee to Aunt Mary.

Aunt Mary took a big sip, and her thoughtful nephew put a lot of sugar for her, which made her very satisfied.

Karen pulled up another round stool next to her and sat down.

At this time, the little girl lying on the cold steel bed had already put on a cute pink dance dress. On her feet were new white dance shoes.

"This was left by her parents. It was originally intended to be given to her as a gift after the operation was successful."

"Oh, really."

Aunt Mary began to take care of the little girl's hair and ironed it with a splint, very carefully, as if she was afraid of burning her scalp.

You know, Aunt Mary will use a gas blowtorch to remove the body hair of other guests.

But this time, she was very cautious.

"Is it pretty?" asked Aunt Mary.

Karen nodded and said, "What a cute little girl."

"Her parents said she likes ballet very much and practices very hard."

"Yeah, it's not easy."

"Yeah, it's not easy."

Aunt Mary looked up at Karen and asked, "That injury on your face?"

"It's okay." Karen shook his head.

"I was negligent, I should have handled it for you first."

"It's okay, this is the injury of life, it's inevitable."

Aunt Mary continued to help the little girl perm her hair while chewing these words:

"The hurt of life. Karen, sometimes I'm really curious, are you really only fifteen years old? Or, can a serious illness really change a person a lot?"

"I must be almost sixteen."

"Your birthday isn't here yet, but it's coming soon. I should celebrate it well for you."
To be continued...