He dared not move, urging me, "Or should I watch Mrs. Archer while you go call the doctor?"
Seeing my hesitation, he reluctantly went to find someone else to help.
While he was away, I dialed the cemetery's phone number.
This cemetery had a good location and had someone who could handle the burial.
It was on his family's land.
Sanford pretended to go out for a stroll, returning to ask me anxiously after seeing me hang up the phone.
"Who did you call?"
I calmly replied, "I've thought about it. We should respect Mrs. Archer's wishes. I've found a burial plot for Alice. Everything concerning the coffin and the burial plot won't cost you a cent. After all, we were best friends."
Sanford panicked and paced around, occasionally glancing at the unconscious Alice and her mother.
"Alice was your best friend. Is it necessary to rush her burial like this?"
I looked at him disapprovingly.
"Sanford, you're weird. Alice has been dead for so long. Every time I try to arrange her affairs, you hinder me. Alice once said her family was poor and she wanted to stay in this big city. I'm just fulfilling her wishes."
As time passed, he became as restless as a cat on hot bricks.
He attempted to up Alice's mother.