Bernice had always married for security. But she was obviously a poor judge of health, for all five of her husbands had died on her. She’d kept all the wedding bands, telling herself she was waiting for gold to hit an all-time high. But really, it was the idea of having them squirreled away—safe and sound in her hosiery drawer—that she was in love with.
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