Chapter Eighteen
Mr. Ng was the first to leave, not surprising with Mrs. Ng haunting the front hallway like a cloistered nun. But also Kathrine could tell the elderly gentleman was physically exhausted. There was a hint of sympathy in Kathrine’s heart as she walked him out. She kissed his cheek and hugged Mrs. Ng, hoping her true affection for the couple was evident. Kathrine watched them negotiate the gravel path back up to the hotel and was aware of the hesitation in each step he took. She was left with a profound sadness: It didn’t much matter how much money you had, nor how many powerful friends you collected throughout your lifetime, a grim-reaper follows in the shadows, watching your life’s sonata every jaunty step of the way. He carries his own tote board, and someday, you will be
