It felt a bit odd going outside in her robe and slippers, but she held her head high as she passed the various officials going in and out through the church’s main doors. She paused when she saw the gurney with a black body bag being carried down the church steps to the waiting ambulance.
Merrill stood there, trembling, as the memory of finding the dead woman replayed in her mind. What could have driven the sad creature to end her life in such an unlikely place? Was there some personally meaningful symbolism involved?
The early morning sea breeze lingering in the wake of the storm soon brought Merrill back to the present and she shivered again, this time from the cold. Tiptoeing around the puddles, she hurried into her apartment, intent upon making a pot of strong coffee and taking a warm, reviving shower.
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