Langsam erwachte auch Karen aus ihrer Trance und widmete sich nach und nach den schönen Dingen. Das letzte ausschlaggebende Argument überzeugte sie,... als Elvira ihr sagte, dass ihr Mann es sicher auch gewollt hätte, dass Karen sich amüsierte anstatt zu Hause zu verkümmern. Karen war wieder im Leben angekommen. Doch mit ihrem neuen Lebensstil wurde die Witwenrente rasch knapp. Auch dafür hatte die pragmatische Elvira eine Lösung parat. „Mache es doch wie ich.“Es wie Elvira zu machen bedeutete,. The orange juice tasted so good, it was so cold and the pulp reminded me of Chris's cum LOL! She did a great job on the waffles, they were light and fluffy, just slightly harder around the edges, just the way I like. The butter was smooth and velvety, each individual square filled with dark, sweet syrup, which also reminded me of Chris's cum, yummy! It was all topped off with a big pile of whip cream. I ate the waffles with deliberate, slow bites so it would last longer. The butter and syrup. It's like when we promise to love and cherish each other forever." Sweetheart, I know the M-word. But don't you think this is all happening a little too fast?" What's too fast? I love you, you love me, you're a man, I'm a woman. We're both old enough. My parents like you. It's not like we're going to starve or be unable to support our family."Then Rebecca did a rewind. "You called me sweetheart! That's the first time you've ever called me anything but Rebecca. Will you call me sweetheart when. I was just starting to tiptoe around the edges of the Royals caper. If there was a caper to tiptoe around. My family, first and always. Clint.Like that.Yet, something kept niggling at the back of my medulla oblongata. Aha! The puppy that didn’t bark. There was no longer a Dixie Wexler in my life. No one lurking, lurking, in my subconscious.Okay, I had to admit that the average Kansas City gal probably didn’t feel relief that no one was out there scheming to kill her. Hmm ... could this be ....