Carolyn had every reason to celebrate. She phoned up the most expensive restaurant in town and booked a table for one.
It had taken a few years to achieve her goal, and at last it had happened. Her marriage to widower Clifford was her second marriage. Some thought she had married for money. Clifford was a multi-millionaire, mainly through inheritance from his rich parents. He was much older than Carolyn. She had presumed he would hold on for a few years and then upon his sad demise she would inherit the fortune. He had very much kept financial control in the marriage, and now… yippee!
For two years Carolyn had replaced Clifford’s blood-thinning pills with placebos. The pills were to prevent a stroke; and now a stroke had happened, and a serious one at that. He hadn’t died but he was rendered unable to help himself. He was put into permanent care. It couldn’t have worked out better for Carolyn; his pension would still come in. It wasn’t enough to live on, but over and above the huge amount of interest from his riches the small government pension was simply the icing on the cake. Carolyn would devote his pension to the purchase of knick-knacks – and dining out.
And what a lovely evening she had! The meal was superb. The restaurant was splendid. The service was exceptional. She would definitely return at a later date. It would be the perfect place to bring Ricardo. Ricardo was a widower. He was a multi-millionaire and much older than Carolyn.
This has all the makings of a great movie script. Older men, a dangerous, gold digger and murder. It would have been a hit movie in the nineties. Now, with all the madness and politics impinging on art, I’m not sure.
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Thanks Nitin. These days it would be reality tv!
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Ha ha
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There will be a time when Carolyn needs blood thinners.
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If she doesn’t get shot first.
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Hmmm…I like where this is going.
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!!
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What an evil, conniving woman.
You don’t happen to have her phone number by any chance?
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The real one married my grandfather but rather fortuitously died last year.
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Phew, you dodged that bullet then.
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That Carolyn! She’s quite a gal.
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Not a good idea to get involved with her I’d say!
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Definitely not.
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Oooo, a real black widow!
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My maternal grandfather married one!
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Obviously he lived long enough to father a child!
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I am descended from his first wife!!
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Why would anyone think this sweet woman had married for the money? Some people are so cynical.
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One surely doesn’t need to marry these days to get a new car. (And a house, and a beach house, and a yacht, and an imitation mink coat).
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I’m not even sure it’s the easiest way. Sounds like an awful lot of effort.
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