"Because Mrs. Seymour ordered package B!"

Aunt Mary's voice came from the stairs, and she herself came out of the basement. Well, she looked very energetic.

Karen had seen the "menu" at home. Package A was prepared for the real rich. They might not get one order for a year. The coffins used in that package were the same "golden coffins" and "lightweight" that Karen had seen before.

Wind Coffin".

Package B is the most expensive among the family’s real main businesses.

It is a funeral that belongs to a normal customer and costs money to organize;

This also means that the profits will be huge.

"Package B, Karen, don't ask your uncle to go shopping with her, I won't mind even if you lend it to her for two nights."

Karen turned her head towards Aunt Mary,

Aunt Mary looked over and saw her grandfather sitting on the sofa. She was so frightened that she immediately covered her mouth.

Dis just shook his head slightly and said: "Old Darcy is dead."

"Who is old Darcy?" Aunt Mary was a little confused, and then said, "Oh, the old incinerator from Hughes Cremation Society, poor old Darcy, may God accept his soul."

After speaking, Aunt Mary also made a gesture of prayer, apparently to make up for the absurdity of her previous words.

Dis went directly upstairs.

Karen said: "Mrs. Hughes wants to leave old Darcy's funeral to us."

When Aunt Mary heard this, she was not excited about receiving another order. Instead, she rolled her eyes: "I don't like doing business with acquaintances the most. There is no profit margin at all, and sometimes I have to do it at a loss."

Karen couldn't help but smile in her heart: These are true besties.

After hesitating for a moment, seeing that his grandfather had not told Aunt Mary directly about Mrs. Hughes's intention to sell the cremation society, Karen did not tell her aunt that old Darcy had now turned into many pieces;

"Oh, by the way, Karen, when you and grandpa went out in the afternoon, a gentleman came to visit you. After knowing that you were not at home, he left, but he left you a letter telling you what day

If you have time, you can go to his house for coffee.”

Karen took the letter. The title of the book was "Piaget", the psychologist who took his wife to the Hughes Cremation Society for cremation last time.

The content of the letter is very simple. The main idea is that unfortunately I couldn’t see him during today’s visit. He also invited Karen to his home and left his phone number and address:

45 Rhine Street.

If Mink Street belongs to the second ring road, then Rhine Street belongs to the first ring city center, and the city government building is also on that street.

"Okay, Auntie, I understand. I want to go up and take a shower first."

"Well, you should go to bed early."

But at this moment, there was the sound of a car outside, and it was Uncle Mason returning with Mrs. Seymour.

Mrs. Seymour was about thirty years old and dressed very plainly.

Uncle Mason, who was following her, carried a lot of big and small bags and bought a lot of shoes, clothes and bags.

"Mason, why didn't you send Mrs. Seymour home?" Aunt Mary asked.

After shopping, shouldn't we send people back first? It's so late, why are we bringing people home?

The disposal of the body and funeral arrangements will take place in a few days, not tomorrow. After all, those who are anxious to get rid of their father, like Mr. Moissan’s children, are the minority among the minority.

In most funerals, sufficient time is reserved for posting memorial posts and preparing relatives and friends to attend. At the same time, the body also needs to be embalmed first.

Mrs. Seymour answered first: "I heard from Mason that your family also has psychological counseling services. I need this service now."

Uncle Mason, who was standing behind Mrs. Seymour, raised his eyebrows at Karen, and at the same time made a lip-sync to Aunt Mary.

Aunt Mary understood and immediately said:

"Yes, yes, yes, we have it, we will arrange it for you right away."

…

To do psychological counseling, you need a closed and comfortable space.

But Karen didn't have her own studio, and Aunt Mary didn't dare to ask Dis to vacate her office now, let alone let Mrs. Seymour go to the basement;

at last,

Aunt Mary gave up her and Uncle Mason's bedroom so that Karen could provide psychological counseling to Mrs. Seymour.

"please."

"OK."

Mrs. Seymour walked in and began to observe the furnishings of the bedroom. It was a very cozy bedroom, and then sat down by the bed.

Karen pulled the chair over and faced Mrs. Seymour who was sitting on the bedside.

She knew that this wife was currently in a "violent" period, not only because of her husband's death, but more importantly because of her husband's betrayal.

"Mrs. Seymour, can you first tell me about you and Mr. Seymour?"

Karen quickly got into working mode, and for a moment, he was in a trance.

It was as if I had returned to the person I was in my previous life.

That is, after this moment of trance,

When Karen focused on Mrs. Seymour again, she found that Mrs. Seymour had taken off her coat and was taking off the clothes underneath.

"Mrs. Seymour, what are you..."

"Young man, you are very handsome."

"Thank you, but you..."

"Do it with me once, now, immediately, right away."

"Mrs. Seymour, we are providing psychological counseling services."

"I know, after you finish working with me, I will give you the consulting fee."

"sorry."

"I'll give you double the consultation fee!"

Mrs. Seymour, who had stripped down to her underwear, stepped forward and began to pull Karen to take off Karen's clothes.

"Now, immediately, immediately, do it with me on this bed. I will satisfy you. You can do it in any position you like. If you have never done it before, I can also teach you."

Karen made no violent resistance,

But spread your hands,

Let Mrs. Seymour take off her coat,

at this time,

Karen asked calmly:

"Anything can be done?"

"of course."

"Then let's go to the basement. I want to do it in front of Mr. Seymour."

next moment,

As if a basin of cold water had been poured on her, Mrs. Seymour's movements stopped.

Karen changed her tone to a gentle tone,

asked:

"Is it worth it?"

Mrs. Seymour slowly knelt down, folded her arms around herself, and began to cry:

"Why, why, for him, I gave up my career, gave up my family, and have been a good wife and mother at home for him. Why did he treat me like this? Why did he treat me like this?

You can do this to me!"

Karen picked up Mrs. Seymour's clothes and put them on her body. Then she sat down on the ground and said nothing, just watching her cry.

Just cry and it will be fine.

Mrs. Seymour reached out, hugged Karen's arm, put her face on Karen's shoulder, and kept choking and asking, "Why, why."

And Karen knew that she didn't actually need to answer.

…

"What's the price you offered?" Aunt Mary asked in a low voice at the dining table outside.

"Two thousand rupees." Uncle Mason replied.

"Are you crazy? It's so expensive?"

"The last one gave me 20,000 rupees." Uncle Mason corrected him, "I've asked about it, this one is expensive."

"Do you think Karen can complete this job?"
To be continued...