The undertaker found her sitting on the sofa, blubbing into a tissue. She was what the guys back at work would call a classic young widow, about to inherit more than the average person could earn in a lifetime. But that was none of his business.
His mouth, sticky with a sudden lack of saliva, hampered him. How would he talk about this? He wasn't sure. He…
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