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"Poor George."

"And poor Margaret."

She put her hand on mine. "They brought it on themselves," she said. "If George hadn't insisted on that vicious prenuptial agreement we could have had a properly civilized divorce like everybody else."

"And if Margaret had agreed to a properly civilized divorce she'd be alive today."

"We only did what we had to do," Vivian said. "It was a shame about his ex-wife, but I don't suppose there was any way around it."

"At least she didn't suffer."

"That's important," she said. "And you know what they say-you can't break an egg without making omelets."

"That's what they say," I agreed. We embraced, and some moments later we disembraced. "We'll have to give one another rather a wide berth for a month or two," I said. "After all, I killed your husband just as he finished killing my wife. If we should be seen in public, tongues would wag. In a month or so you'll sell your house and leave town. A few weeks after that I'll do the same. Then we can get married and live happily ever after, but in the meantime we'd best be very cautious."

"You're right," she said. "There was a movie like that, except nobody got killed in it. But there were these two people in a small town who were having an affair, and when they met in public they had to pretend they were strangers. I wish I could remember the title."

"Strangers When We Meet?"

"That sounds about right."

The End