The Funeral

"Kelly, I don't think it is a good idea to cause trouble at the funeral of Old Madame Brown." Anya didn't want to see Abdi with me. This was another piece of evidence for my suspect. I forced myself to calm down. "Carroll doesn't like Old Madame Brown, so he doesn't mind killing time with something interesting. "Don't be afraid. He won't ruin his imagine in front of so many people." Never had I doubted what Carroll told me. When I persuaded Anya, Maggie caught up with us and said unhappily, "Aren't you afraid that this farce will displease Carroll?" "No. I cause trouble all the time, so he has gotten used to it." To imitate Maggie, I held my head high. To be honest, this move was good to my cervical vertebra. Therefore, I pulled Anya to the living room. I could feel that Anya gradually slowed down. I thought a domineering person like her would be fearless. It turned out that she dreaded Abdi. If so, my brother must be difficult to deal with. The living room was crowded with people. One