Damon
Damon sat down in first class on the plane and let out a soft grunt as he stretched his legs out. The older woman beside him glanced over and smiled.
"I love it up here. I never thought I would be able to afford this, but my Fred finally made it big just before he passed." She shrugged and leaned back in her seat.
"I'm sorry to hear that." Damon buckled his seatbelt and pulled the blind down on the window. "What did he do for a living?"
"Oh, don't be sorry. He was a mean old bastard."
Damon smiled, unable to help himself. Would Beth tell a similar story when he died of old age? Always sweet and loving to her, but a c**k and a half to everyone else.
The woman crossed her arms over her thin frame and chuckled. "He worked in the shoe business. Built up a small chain of shoe stores
