On the day of the funeral, it's hot. Actually too hot for a funeral. But Mr. Søndergård insists. The ice blocks in his barn are almost melted, and it is irresponsible to have to wait longer. Miss Bliss Mei Lan takes under her wing and I sit next to the undertaker as he put the horses with a light touch of his whip in motion. Because there are only two boxes at the same time fit into the hearse should Mr. Søndergård twice driving.
The screw up of the boxes is done in dead silence. Mei Lan biting her lips. She looks adorable off. She casts one last glance at her father, but says nothing.
Miss Bliss beside her with her hand on her shoulder.
"Oh dear oh dear," she says. "It is all a bit!"
Her eyes the tears flow freely over her red cheeks. Yet I can not escape the impression that they enjoy a little of the situation. Perhaps it is common to say, but the death of our parents give her an opportunity to take care of us. It will provide a feeling of hair are needed.
Wordt vertaald, even geduld aub..
