Standing shivering in the shower she slams the water off. She forgot to set a towel out. Stepping out onto the rug the air conditioner is bitingly cold. She hurries across the cool tile over to her bathroom door where her red cocktail dress hangs from the handle. Her wet skin shines as she steps into the dress and zips it up. The dress clings to her skin and her hair drips onto her shoulders. She stands in front of the mirror admiring the dress from every angle before climbing onto her late husband’s side of the bed to settle in for another sleepless night.



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