Books on dating a widow

Either that or “don’t you think it’s about time you started to date?

Since salt never spoils, it is a symbol of indestructibility. I am waiting for the proverbial poop to hit the fan. They can simply spy through the blinds across the street or stalk her house at all hours of the night pretending they were “just stopping by to say hi”. I sit back down, slide my laptop over, hit refresh. In a world of social media and worldwide gossip, neighbours no longer need to walk three miles to gossip about the love life of the local widow.Hair neatly braided, hands serenely clasped, eyes closed, the young woman appeared to be sound asleep. Beneath the covers, her white nightgown was spattered in blood.At daybreak, a horrified family would discover her corpse tucked into their guest room.