Her cigarette had burned all the way down to the scarlet lipstick stained filter. She had been so involved in pouring out her story that she had only taken one or two drags of it. Better for her health, really, so I prompted her to continue. "Okay, Mrs. um Smith, what exactly did you do when you found your husband's body?"
July 12, 2006 08:08 AM (11:08 EST)
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Wow...I wish there was a rest of the story with this one.
Hhhmmmm. Sounds like a job for a private detective! Know any?
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