More short story

Well I guess now no one would no he was dead and I needed to keep it that way. Can you imagine a woman my age having to go to prison. Hopefully a judge would think it a waste of time. But of course I would be so lucky. Maybe my lawyer could plead old age. That would be funny would make the nightly news interesting. I would hope that my favorite news reporter, that Debra something of other, would be the one to tell my story. How would those good for nothing kids of mine feel now knowing that they had left their father and I unattended for so long. Having to wonder what they could have done differently. It would show them their mother having made the nightly news.

I could just see Sarah Mrs. High and Mighty now, putting all the blame on her brother Jeff. She felt that because she lived farther away than he did and her job was more demanding that the responsibility of keeping check on the parents was his job. Never mind the fact she was the oldest and her demanding career was made able because her father and I paid for her education. Wait until the time came and she no longer had her career to keep her warm in bed and she looked to her children to be there for her in her “golden years.”

Any who I wasn’t in custody yet and I needed to start enjoying the life I had of being a single lady once again. Strange that word single. What did that mean to a woman of my age? It wasn’t as if I could put myself on the market even if I had wanted to. The only other gentlemen I knew were the ones we saw when we went out for bingo once of week. And if I had been interested in any of them which I wasn’t. They hadn’t been anymore appealing than my late husband. I guess single meant only having to take care of me. One person to cook for. One person in control of the remote control. One person to clean up after. Yeah I think I was going to enjoy being single.

Now what was I going to tell people. Wasn’t as if I was going to stay stuck in this house to avoid suspicion I still had to eat and I did not want to give up bingo but I know that nosy Mrs. Carter would start to wonder about not seeing us together. Couldn’t say he was in the hospital I would have to explain why there had been no ambulance. And she would want to go and visit. A few years back he had gone and stayed with his younger brother for a few weeks maybe that would work. That would be my story and if she wanted answers after a couple of weeks I would worry about that then.

Our Social Security check had come in the mail yesterday I would need to take that to the bank to be cashed. I would need to get some foods to fill up that freezer. Since I always went to the bank alone I shouldn’t have to worry about having to answer any questions today.

But first some breakfast for the newly widowed lady. Let’s see what’s on the menu today. I could make the coffee as strong as I liked. He never cared for strong coffee. He said it made him gassy and maybe he was right but it seemed to me everything made him gassy. No more watered down coffee and no more foul fumes being admitted from his derriere. Another pro added to my checklist not that I had any cons. I would have eggs scrambled with cheese and lots of pepper. Because of course cheese made him gassy. And pepper gave him heartburn. I would have to go out and stock up on a few other things I had given up over the years because of his diet restrictions and the budget that would not allow me to eat differently than he.

The aromas of the coffee brewing were mouth watering. I could not remember smelling anything as desirable in my life. If I had the memories had been lost. Just that smell, just that strong scent of the coffee brewing had been worth it. I could barely wait the few seconds more to taste what I had been missing all these years. But for now I would delight in the aroma.