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She didn't realize that she had met the widow, Taylor Smith—small and blonde and pretty in a bland way—before. Becky had sold a furniture set to her.
Becky was now seated on that set, drinking Belgian hot chocolate as Taylor Smith sat in front of her.
Taylor Smith would not stop crying. She was trying not to. She was wiping tears away from her hazel eyes trying to not let her emotions betray her.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Becky said. It was her third time saying this. She remembered Taylor Smith as a pleasant woman.
No matter what her husband was like, she didn't deserve this.
They had two kids, a girl and a boy. Becky could see a family photo from where she sat. James stood out as the handsome one, and he smiled down at his wife.
They were an attractive couple.
"How am I suppos
