Young wife at funeral

Harriet, twenty three years old, is crying at the funeral of her seventy-five-year-old husband.
She says to one of her friends, “We had a great marriage. We were so happy for the three months it lasted. Every Sunday he would make love to me to the rhythm of the church bells. And if it weren’t for that fucking fire-engine last week, I bet he’d be alive today.”
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