She’s an avid reader. Her eyes always focus on the obituary page. At times he feels as though she’s reading it with satisfaction. Stench of pulsating darkness oozes from behind the newspaper, as he tries to contain the urge to rebuke what she’s thinking. “It seems I won’t hear from my in-laws from any time soon!” A blank stare fights back. He knows she’ll be nervous when he gets to the tarot card reading session.
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