Deadly Blessings
It was late on Christmas Eve as Susan Farmer walked down the deserted street to the bus station. The night air was cold and damp, and the raindrops lashed against her already tear-streaked face, bonding strands of blond hair to her cheeks.
But she didn’t notice the rain. Or if she did, then she didn’t care. She had more important things on her mind.
In truth, she had known all along about her husband Dennis and the barmaid from the Rose and Crown. Everybody did. They hadn’t been exactly discreet about their affair. It had been going on for almost two months now, but Susan had managed to turn a blind eye to it. Even when her best friend Joan had told her that everyone on the estate was talking about it, Susan still refused to challenge her husband. She loved him in spite
