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Kit was sat at the bar at the country club with her glass of wine at noon somewhere in the world, taking a sip with her ears open to the old bitties sitting next to her, engulfed in conversation. She wasn't in the conversation, but she was definitely in it. The scuttlebutt of Sedona had grown dry lately and Kit was bored.
So and so's husband can't get it up anymore, that one's grandson got kicked out of an Ivy League school, and another one's great-granddaughter is marrying an illegitimate prince from whereverstan. Kit was beginning to think the lives of the rich were drab and boring. Kit chuckled to herself. She was one of the rich after all. After her husband keeled over on top of a call girl in a cheap motel twenty years ago, Kathleen Calloway buried her ex-husband in a pine box in Potter's field, cashed out his life insurance policies, sold the house and moved to Sedona.
She even became a businesswoman, opening a shop with her sister, who moved with her, looking forward to finally being able to stop and smell the flowers. Now she grows them professionally and sells them to the many widows whose own husbands no doubt met their own deserved demise. Kit was deep in the drumming of her own thoughts when someone said her name.
Turning towards them, she put on a smile, one that said she was ready to hear any business they wanted to spill.