The funeral had been hard to sit through. Her sons were angry and sad and didn’t know just how much he was missed.
Mary sighed as her eldest slammed the door behind him.
This isn’t what I meant.
Written for this week’s Trifextra challenge: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/02/trifextra-week-103.html
A little interlude somewhere in the Former Guardian story after her estranged husband dies.