Two hours later I left the attorney's office too depressed to go home. So I headed to the antique shop where I have my booth. It seemed the closest and friendliest place I could think of.
"We've never seen you in a skirt," the gal behind the counter remarked and actually clasped her hands in glee. Now there was someone who could perk you up.
"Just back from dealing with the will," I replied and made a sad face. Then I did a full curtsey, dipping and holding out my long skirt. "My widow's outfit."
I started to relax with the familiarity of the shop and smiled at her.
"Black since I'm a widow and turquoise jewelry 'cause I'm hip." I liked the sound of that.
She was looking strangely at me.
"I am hip, aren't I?" I looked straight at her. She'd better answer that one right.
"The hippest." She grinned at me with that remark. She was forty-five, skinny and lived on the edge. I was the sixty-year-old widow.
ABOUT THE BOOK:
The Unfaithful Widow is a collection of candid
essays on finding joy again after the loss of a mate. With warmth and laughter
no subject is taboo. From dealing with the funeral home (Can I show you our
upgraded cremation package? I looked at Miss Death, was I booking a vacation?)
to dating again (He ran in the door, looked at me and said "I've left
something in my car". He never returned). Sprinkle in a bevy of rescue
dogs (Finally a good nights sleep with someone new in my bed.) and those
questions you hate to ask (Condoms anyone?). A story for anyone who has
suffered loss and is determined to become their own super hero.
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