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The Unworried Widow
I don’t get around so well since the fall, me being alone now for the past few months since Robert left us, God rest his soul.
Friday arrived like any other until I settled in for lunch and watched Will Peterson next door prepare to kill his wife. Mabel is out playing bridge, and Will just come up the drive with a power saw.
The man’s never done a lick of work on the house. Probably thinks DIY means Don’t Injure Yourself. Reminds me of George, my second husband. I don’t count Fred’s three-week stint, nobody remembers him. George used to break things all over the house. I fixed him, of course.
Will is a decent man. Kind, like my fifth, Robert. But Will isn’t as boring as Robert was. Oh my, I’m not sure Robert even had a pulse before I snuffed it out entirely.
I should probably call the police. I must confess, though, I’ve had my eye on Will long before he came home with the fifty-gallon drum the other night. I never cared much for Mabel anyway.
I’m thinking about making Will number six. But I’ll wait till he finishes his business. I understand it’s against the law to marry a married man.