After sitting with Mrs. Seymour for a while, Kallen said goodbye and drove home.
Mrs. Seymour was in a state of despondency. As time passed, the anger and hatred brought on by her husband's betrayal were slowly fading, replaced by all sorts of difficulties adjusting to her daily routine. Going from the rhythm of life as a couple back to living alone was like a table missing a leg.
Kallen's advice was to move.
A different house and a new environment would effectively help her escape the influence of her old habits.
This advice would not work for ordinary people, but it was no problem for Mrs. Seymour, because she was very rich.
Back home,
Kallen carried the paint box into the living room.
Aunt Winnie was sitting on the sofa checking the accounts, while Aunt Mary sat opposite her eating fruit with her legs crossed. Uncle Mason was lying inside an exquisite black coffin set on the mortuary table.
"I think we could add a few more fittings inside, like a place for a radio, or a hidden compartment with a gun in it."
"Are you trying to deter grave robbers?" Aunt Winnie commented without looking up. "I think giving the cemetery caretaker another gun would be more practical."
"I was thinking that if someone only appeared dead and woke up inside the coffin, they could use the gun to call for help. If it weren't impossible to run telephone lines into the cemetery, I'd really like to install a telephone inside.
"Think about it. The deceased's family would surely hope there was a chance they might suddenly wake up. At least they'd have that lovely hope, wouldn't they?"
Aunt Winnie continued shaking her head. "Our service is excellent. We bury them very deep. A bullet couldn't get through,