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be anticlimactic, he thought, chuckling to himself as he worked.

Then he placed the barrel of the pistol at his temple, closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger. He didn't open his eyes again.

A couple of hours later, as Claire left her condo to go to work, she noticed a letter sticking out of her mailbox. "That's strange," she thought. The mailman usually didn't arrive until after 10:00 a.m. She removed the envelope, and thought it was stranger still when she noticed it didn't have a stamp. There was something else strange about it, but she wasn't sure what it was. Her curiosity was mildly aroused, but since she was running late, she simply stuffed it into her purse and continued on to her car.

When she arrived at work, she sat at her desk having her first cup of coffee and planning her day, as was her custom. All of a sudden, she realized what the third strange factor about the envelope was: It had been addressed in Tony's handwriting!

She quickly pulled it from her purse and opened it. As soon as she finished reading it, she picked up the phone and dialed Tony's number. There was no answer. Claire hung up the phone and ran out of her office in a panic, not even bothering to tell her secretary where she was going. She got in her car and drove at breakneck speed to Tony's house, even though her vision was partially obstructed by the tears falling from her eyes.

As she turned down Tony's block, she couldn't help but notice the two police cars and the ambulance double parked in front. "An ambulance!" she thought. Maybe it wasn't too late!

Claire pulled her car over to the curb across the street and began to get out. Just as she did, she saw the white coated EMS technicians emerge pushing a stretcher. At first, she was puzzled as to why they were moving so slowly. "Shouldn't they be hurrying more?" she wondered.

As they made the turn to put the stretcher into the ambulance, however, the reason for their lack of hustle became evident. The stretcher carried a packed, zipped up body bag. Claire fell back down onto the seat of her car and began to sob uncontrollably. She was too late! It was all over!

She remained sitting in the car and crying for a very long time, after which she forced herself to drive home, and then cried some more. Claire was still crying when her husband came home. When Bill asked her what was wrong, she told him of Tony's death at his own hand, leaving out any incriminating details of their affair, of course.

Bill knew that they had been close, but just how close he had no idea. He held her in his arms and attempted to console her, but his efforts were of no avail. Claire just kept crying. As a matter of fact, she cried most of the time until well after Tony's funeral.

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