Plimsolls

They ran him off a cliff. You couldn't go two ways about it. She suffered in silence over the years, until all the stifling tokens of appreciation from her husband made her see the person who could end it all. Right under her nose. Her husband's mechanic. He was the one to take care of business. The brakes, that is. (He was a shy expert on brakes.) She braced herself. She had to be a widow, and it takes more to be a good widow than a good wife. Not everybody knew that and she wished she could make others see it, but she couldn't. She had to live with a good deal of expertise after the fact, watching the mechanic wipe off the grease and slip into her husband's favorite shoes.