The sun hung in the western sky, not yet set.
Jackson Johnson said, "The hearse has been contacted, and it will arrive here at six o'clock tomorrow morning."
Mr. Williams continued, "The Feng Shui master has looked at the cemetery, and we've chosen a spot not far from your grandparents. Isaac helped to find some people to dig the grave tomorrow morning..."
Amelia Clarke nodded, "Thank you, Uncle Williams, Uncle Johnson. I owe you so much for your help; otherwise, I wouldn't even know what to do."
Mr. Williams said, "I didn't help much, just lent a hand. The main credit goes to Mr. Moreland. Without Owen, Olivia's passing would have been desolate and lonely. These couple of days, I've seen more officials than I have on TV. After this, who would dare to look down on me..."
Mother Williams, seeing him going overboard, kicked him under the table.
