She looked back to see Harold Shoda still staring at her as though she'd grown another head. "Are you coming?"
"Why, yes," he muttered, and took his troubled expression all the way to the door, where he extended a hand to the county coroner, a rail-thin man with a small black bag.
"Mr Dixon," he said, and introduced him to Florence, who assumed the pose and posture of the grieving widow and thrust her handkerchief to her lips, though truth be known she was thinking less about poor Stanley and more about poor Florence....
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