“You really are a shameless woman. I walked into Star Tech for the first time, and you have. Thought five centuries ahead in probabilities. Mrs Jones, Are you sure you really are not nearing the grave? Is it dementia? Why would I be involved with you and your family after so long?” Anya sighed and took on a gossipy tone.

“You know what? I have a friend who sells coffins. I can connect you to him. His service is so good that you would even buy a few more for your sons and ...