Cashing In On My Grave
Language: en
I was ironing my husband’s dress shirts when a crumpled slip of paper tumbled out of his pocket. It was a paystub. I smoothed it out, my eyes scanning down the rows of deductions and additions until I hit the seventh line. Death Benefit — Spouse Deceased — $8,000.00. Spouse. Deceased. I read those two words three times. Mark only had one spouse: me. But I was alive. My heart was thumping a steady, frantic rhythm against my ribs, and my fingers were still curled around the warm cotton of his sleeve. I stood there on the balcony, the afternoon breeze catching the shirt, inflating it until it…