Pretense
"He is definitely crazy! As if!"
The thought flashed across the mind of the LiangKo funeral home director, while stifling the urge to snort in doubt, from the corner of his eyes he saw Yang Lin scramble towards the back of the limousine to where the casket laid on a royal blue rugged floorboard. On both end was a long row of plush cushioned seats of royal blue.
On reaching where the coffin was, Yang Lin stooped to pull the lid of the casket up. His mind going back on what the doctor told him at the hospital, regarding the potential outcome of the "cocktail."