Twin Mix-up
A man and a woman entered, hand in hand.
I lifted my head and froze. Even after eighteen years, I knew them instantly. One was my long-dead husband, Jeremy. The other, his mistress, Janey.
The hall erupted into gasps and whispers.
Yet my in-laws, seated in the place of honor, didn't even flinch. Not only were they unshaken by their son's resurrection, but they actually pulled Janey to their side and gave her a seat of honor.
And Jeremy—the man whose ashes I had buried nearly two decades ago—strode right up to me.