“Something appropriate,” she muttered.
“Too much black is so obvious, I hate when widows lose all sense of panache -- just because.”
She stepped into the closet and pulled out a cream colored blouse and then with definitive resolve she pulled out her navy suit. “Sober but sexy – that’s the ticket.”
She eyed her myriad of shoes.
“My red pats –“
Denise quietly dressed, accessorized and then grabbed her revolver.
It was time.