When Gracie got neck cancer, that was a tough time in life. Her life, her husband’s life. Her husband felt it was a tough time in his life especially.
The neck cancer was bad for Gracie. It was worse for her husband, he felt, because he loved to kiss her neck. That was his thing, her neck. Just going to town on her neck. Kinda biting it sometimes.
When they first met, Gracie was choking. Her husband hadn’t caused her to choke and didn’t see how her choking was his problem. He was interested in her looks, though, despite her looking awful because of the tortured expression on her face from choking. He could see beyond her choking to the face underneath. When she survived he asked her for her hand in marriage. She dazedly accepted.
Nobody was very sorry when her husband was decapitated trying to save himself from an armed robbery. They should have been, It was a terrible thing. All anyone could think of, though, was how he’d pestered Gracie about her cancerous neck until she’d let him kiss it a little, and
anyone could see how much pain this caused.
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