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They all returned from the burial to find the marble hall laid out ready for tea and coffee.
This was the part she was most dreading. Not only had she lost her husband of twenty years but now she had to put on a brave face and chat with his family who she’d always detested.
They believed she’d married him for his money. He was seventeen years her senior. They could never understand; it wasn’t the money at all. He’d made her laugh and taken care of her. Every moment together had been fun.
Now her life would be empty.
This story was written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields