|
If she’d known that guilt would keep the stench of death in her
nostrils for almost a year, maybe she would have done as he’d
asked. Maybe she would have buried Fred instead of having him
cremated. But it was too late for that thought now. The deed was
done and she couldn’t very well go back and dig him up, could
she? In fact there would be nothing to dig. She’d tossed the ashes
into the trash along with the greasy chicken bones, orange peels
and coffee grounds. And she’s not shed a tear in doing so. He
deserved it, she thought and wiped away the first tear that had
spilled since he’d been pronounced dead.
Available Oct. 3rd Amazon Kindle and B& N Nook
$5.99
|
|
