Upon hearing the words ‘Thompson First’, Lady Wilson’s eyes opened so wide they almost popped out of her eye sockets.
She had coveted Charlie’s new villa for a long time and even in her dreams, she wanted to move into the house so badly.
In fact, she hoped she could die in the house.
There were some superstitions and sayings among the folk, such as it is best not to die in the hospital because you might not find the way home.
Another one was it is best to wear your shroud before you die because you might be naked when you go to the afterlife.
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