When Donald Johnson saw his wife getting out of that strange sedan, he nearly understood everything.
His head was spinning, today was Mr. Johnson's funeral, and as his son, he had more things to take care of than he had anticipated. The last thing he expected was for his wife not to help him but to sneak around doing things like this.
Mrs. Johnson's eyes were red, and she looked like she was about to cry. She approached her husband and called out softly, "Donald..."
Her husband didn't console her, but instead, he asked her sternly, "What have you done?"
Mrs. Johnson wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes and began to sob softly with her head lowered.
All she had been thinking about was how to give Samuel the best things in the world, but it turned out Samuel didn't want them at all.
