“No. Tell me more.”
Absently stroking Marmalade’s orange fur while scratching Fiona under her chin, his brown eyes grew distant. “I’m not quite sure of the order, but I think it was her sister who got sick and died first, then her husband and not long after that she lost her father. Just, boom, boom, boom, all in a row, within a year or two. After the last funeral she had some kind of a mental breakdown…”
“Well, no wonder. That’s a heavy load to bear.”
“Yeah, well that wasn’t the end of her troubles.”
Now thoroughly intrigued, I leaned forward. “Meaning what?”
He held up a cautioning hand. “Again, this may or may not be true, but word around town was when she started waiting tables at the Rattlesnake Saloon, apparently she wasn’t too picky about seeking male companionship.”
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