“He’d been waiting outside their door for six hours, eager to see the octogenarian duo and to quiz them about Marian. Although the wait was dragging on, he was thankful that at least one pillar of his belief seemed to still be intact. The sign on their door read: ROSANNA AND MOSES MENDELSSOHN LIVE HERE IN MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING. Rosanna refrained from melodrama when she received word that her love of the past sixty-five years had been run down crossing the street. She asked to see the body, an...d then gave her husband’s corpse a piece of her mind for his obliviousness to the charging bus and, even more so, for not adhering to their agreed-upon schedule. “Now, instead of spending the weekend in Tenerife like two decadent old fogies, I’ll have to make drastic changes.” Rosanna had planned her final day sans Moses with startling aplomb. While concerned family members scoured the city for any sign of a runaway old lady, she holed up in a hotel room, a short walk from the cemetery where she had long ago reserved a double plot for herself and Moses and pulled a note from her pocket.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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