“Sometimes, a man’s gotta upgrade,” hissed Al. Edith broke their vows. Again. Sleeping pills in her brandy dociled her. He loaded her into the rusted wagon and let the exhaust fumes finish her off.
“Al, I’m real sorry ‘bout Edith. Your wagon’s back from impound. We ain’t found no note, but most of the town knows ‘bout her mamma. Sometimes the apple don’t fall far from the tree. Shame. We’ll push this through so you can bury her by week’s-end. “ Sheriff Marsden headed towards the door, “I noticed your new ride. Sweet.”
Al quipped, “Sometimes, a man’s gotta upgrade.”
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