Mrs. Morrison's eyes were sore as if a handful of sand had been thrown in them. She said, "You promised to make it up to me, but you have let me down again. Nothing you promised me has been fulfilled..."
Mrs. Morrison's voice was hoarse, and each word she spoke felt like skin rubbing against a coarse ground, making one feel a dull pain.
It was very cold in the morgue, and Matilda Jenkins was shivering from the cold. Mrs. Morrison's voice made her feel genuinely sad.
The greatest pain in life is probably this kind of separation from a loved one by death.
Thinking about Mrs. Morrison's body, Matilda Jenkins knew that even a healthy person would find it unbearable to stay here for so long, not to mention Mrs. Morrison, whose body was so weak and hadn't eaten for more than a day.
She said, "Madam, let's go outside first."
