Iris couldn’t believe her ears; she couldn’t be dead. That was crazy! She still had so much life left to live, and to think she’d be snuffed out by Roger, of all people. But Grandma Beth had greeted her, told her what’s-what, and she’d been dead for fifteen years now.
Dejected, Iris lingered in the house she’d called home, unable to interact with anything or anyone save for a brief chill in the air. When she saw Roger bring another girl home, her rage boiled; in that moment, Iris rejected becoming a mere ruminant and vowed to make him pay.
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