Sometimes, with a warm kind of gratitude to no one and nothing in particular, I think to myself, “This is so comfortable!” But then I am haunted by the momentary afterthought that the comfort of this, for me, cannot last.
Afterthought,Big Stories in Two Little Sentences
Shirley
The marriage was a fraud, his other wives were the young dead and her father was greedy.
She carfully thought about and got a suitable man for her husbands eventual murder.