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An Eighteenth Century April Fool’s Day 

Being married to John was different, to say the least.  We had friendship, but even that seemed to be strained under the circumstances.  I just couldn’t believe that Jamie was dead.  It wasn’t that I was in denial; I didn’t know what to think.
The morning was bright, sunlight streaming in through the bedroom windows upstairs.  John was still sleeping, so I got up quietly and went down to make myself some tea.  I sat down at the table and tried to make sense of everything that had happened.  Ian was dead, that much I could believe.  As soon as I saw him, I knew he wouldn’t last much longer.  But now … No, Jamie wasn’t dead. I didn’t know how I knew, I just did.  However, I’d play along until I had some sort of proof.