The Dark WillowPosted: November 21, 2011 | |
“I read a story about this woman who was marrying men for their money then killing them,” Mom said.
“In yesterday’s newspaper?” I asked as I spread onion and chive cream cheese onto Bill’s breakfast bagel.
“No, it was a while ago.”
“I don’t think so,” she said. “I think it might have been in a foreign country. They called her the dark willow and that doesn’t sound like an American name.”
Dark Willow, dark willow, I muttered to myself for a few moments before I asked “Do you mean Black Widow?”
“No, I don’t think she was black. I think she was white. Maybe English,” Mom said, returning her attention to the crossword. “Or maybe it was in one of my Kindle books. By the way, do you know a seven letter word for invented story? It starts with an ‘f’.”
“No,” I muttered as I left the room. “But I know a four-letter one!”