The Widow And The Wastrel (1977) - Plot & Excerpts
It was another hot August day. The heat and exertion had combined to leave her feeling drained and exhausted as she leaned tiredly against the hardwood door. "Elizabeth, is that you?" The mature, feminine voice held an authoritative ring. Pushing the thick, raven-black hair away from her face, Elizabeth straightened away from the door, the vulnerable look leaving as her canvas shoes carried her farther into the brick-tiled foyer. "Yes, Rebecca," she answered, not bothering to glance into the priceless antique mirror hanging on one wall of the entryway. At the archway into the living room, she paused, her green eyes gazing at the smart, sophisticated woman within. Perfectly styled silver-gray hair gleamed from beneath a summer hat of blue flowers, an exact match to the opaque flowered dress of pale blue, impeccably tailored to show off the slender form of the much older woman. A brooch of amethyst and sapphires was the only jewelry. A bone-colored handbag to go with the bone-colored shoes sat on an oak table.
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