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"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it." E.M.Forster, A Room With A View.
K’tanya didn’t go to the funeral, or to the wake that had followed. To go would be to admit that he was actually dead, and that wasn’t something that she was willing to do. As long as she stayed away, and didn’t listen to the news or check her e-mail, then she could keep telling herself that it had all been nothing but a big prank that his bastard of a husband had played on her. ( There was something to be said for plausible deniability after all. )
K’tanya didn’t go to the funeral, or to the wake that had followed. To go would be to admit that he was actually dead, and that wasn’t something that she was willing to do. As long as she stayed away, and didn’t listen to the news or check her e-mail, then she could keep telling herself that it had all been nothing but a big prank that his bastard of a husband had played on her. ( There was something to be said for plausible deniability after all. )
