She now thought of Joe, her late husband. He was irritating — but he was the most irritating at Christmas. He hated the whole season. She remembered last year when he constantly made snide comments about the tree she’d so carefully chosen and decorated. Oh, well. That was in the past.
She stared at a patch of new concrete on the floor. She’d buried him there after murdering him. His body was right under the shelves holding the Christmas decorations that he hated so much.