Sandra looked for the sign. Ted had always driven before. Ted could go down a street in a town he’d never been to, yet he always knew what direction they were going. Sandra could get lost in the town she’d lived in.
Sandra had adored Ted. She knew she had been lucky bumping into him in that store forty years ago. Of course she bumped into people all the time… but that time she’d bumped into her soul mate. She’d often wondered what he saw in her, so flighty, so clumsy. He always said it made him love her all the more, her ‘special qualities’ he’d called them. She missed him so much sometimes.
Finally seeing the sign, she turned the wheel heading for the family farm. Ted loved coming here. She’d grown up here, but Ted had been a city boy. They’d held on to the farm, thinking one day they would retire here. But now she’d be retiring alone. She’d put it on the market later, right now she was going to bury Ted on the land he loved. It was the least she could do after thirty-eight years of marriage.
The bell rang on her cell phone, it was Helen, she couldn’t talk to Helen now. Helen was really nice; they’d become instant friends. It was a curse and a blessing they’d met at all… It didn’t take Sandra long to realize who Helen’s “Special Thursday Friend” was. Ted had told her it was poker night.
The burial would be fast, she was still quite strong and there was plenty of secluded land at the farm; plus, she’d already packed Ted’s body neatly in her oversized suitcase.
She’d call Helen back on the way home and they could make plans.