Prue is looking over the bills fanned out over the table. They had been gathering for months. A call from her bank made her wake from her extended day dream to realise that something had to be done. Folded inside her night gown she reached over the table to the ones with the red letters stamped “Urgent”. She picked up the house mortgage. Over due in Billy’s name.
The phone. Over due in Billy’s name. The electricity Over due in Billy’s name. The credit card.
Their whole life wrapped up in his name; now it was stamped into a grave stone.