“Bears attack rapidly, Mrs. W-w-webb,” said the coroner. “Your husband w-w-would've died almost immediately, p-p-peacefully even.”
“He was not peaceful!” Cally Webb yelled. She wasn’t a yeller by nature, but she found it satisfying. She’d have to tell Theo when she got home, she thought, and then realized again that he was dead. Her face crumpled.
The coroner winced. “P-p-please,” he said.
“He couldn’t have been peaceful,” Cally muttered, “his socks didn’t match.”
“What?” said the coroner, surprisingly easily.
“His socks. Didn’t match. Theo never wore socks that didn’t match. Something must've worried him that morning. And now he’s dead.”
“He was not peaceful!” Cally Webb yelled. She wasn’t a yeller by nature, but she found it satisfying. She’d have to tell Theo when she got home, she thought, and then realized again that he was dead. Her face crumpled.
The coroner winced. “P-p-please,” he said.
“He couldn’t have been peaceful,” Cally muttered, “his socks didn’t match.”
“What?” said the coroner, surprisingly easily.
“His socks. Didn’t match. Theo never wore socks that didn’t match. Something must've worried him that morning. And now he’s dead.”
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