Even in sorrow her beauty towered above those around her. She stood by his grave crying lavender tears. Her thrift store mourning dress was perfect. They all said she’d cheer up at the reading of the will. Only she knew that they were wrong.
The lawyer’s office was a nightmare. Never seen relatives crawled out from under their rocks hoping for the slightest scrap from the dead man’s table. Only there was no table. The deceased had planned his death as well as his life. After final expenses there was nothing left. The beautiful woman’s smile grew wide. Game over.