He was a wealthy bore for the first half of their union, and a poor neurotic for the latter.
Doris spent most of her life in the garden. Anything to avoid his incessant worry.
One particularly anxiety ridden day he followed her out into the garden to worry at her.
She stood atop ladders trimming the acacia back.
The blades grew heavy with Colin’s worry.
She’d never been careless.
Grip Slipped, secateurs tumbled so did Colin.
She was Acquitted, but people still whisper grocery aisle accusations.
Nobody lives longer than small town gossip.