A skinny little boy with a brown paper grocery bag in his hand stood behind her.
On her front step stood Hazel Marie Puckett, a woman too young for the “hard-living lines” Julia observed around her eyes and lips.
Now that Julia knew precisely how much money her hard-working and respectable husband left her, she intended to spend some of her fortune and enjoy the rest of her life.Īnd then the doorbell rang. As she browsed through mail-order catalogues, deciding what items to order, she thought about all the years her husband had given her a paltry household allowance and refused to have air conditioning installed in the house because of the expense. After she recovered from the shock - and traded the Buick in for a sporty new car - she left behind a lifetime of “blissful ignorance of Wesley Lloyd's activities, financial and otherwise.” She was determined to settle into the “benefits of widowhood and a full checkbook.” She was doing just that on a stiflingly hot summer morning. His wife of forty-four years, Julia, discovered him slumped over the steering wheel of his new Buick Park Avenue. Wesley Lloyd Springer died suddenly on a Thursday evening in the driveway of his home.
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