Sandra's sister, Eva, was a tall, willowy woman who wore a white linen sundress to the funderal and stood on the opposite side of the hole.  Sandra wouldn't have minded pitching Eva into the chasm as well.  Of her two sisters, Eva was her only real competition.  She sized up the other woman whom she hadn't seen or bothered to keep in touch with in over a decade.  Tacky open toed white leather sandals that laced halfway up her slender calves matched her medicine wheel earrings.  A cheap ploy, Sandra thought.  Trying to suck up to the dead.  Did she think wearing all that new age crap would win her any special consideration at the reading of the will? 

Giving birth to a couple of kids hadn't ruined her slender, almost wraith-like figure.  San...

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