Chapter 5: The Price of Disrespect

On the seventh day, Murphy returned with a stranger in a Lincoln Town Car—William Davis, sharp as a college professor, dressed in a yellow robe marked with odd symbols.

Before seeing the grave, he told my father:

"You married her. You owed her respect. Now you’ve turned her into a vengeful spirit, and you’ve got eight hours before she brings ruin on everyone."

The men fell to their knees, begging for help.

William said, "Dig up every piece, build her a proper coffin, and bury her in the best plot you have. Treat her as a real wife—flowers, respect, the works."

My father balked. "A beast? In my family cemetery? Over my dead body!"

William shot my father a look, snorted, and muttered, "You gotta be kidding me."

He turned to leave, but Murphy pleaded: "Come on, brother—just tell us how to do it."

William relented: "If you won’t give her the best, use the second-best plot. Put jade in her mouth, and every man who touched her leaves flowers, calls her ‘beloved wife.’ Show respect. That’s your only chance."