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Her dark complexion was half hidden beneath her broad brimmed hat. She was careful to keep her eyes hidden from view of the mourners in the room. As each mourner passed the coffin, sobs were heard over the low murmer of voices in the room.
Lila could add no sadness to the situation. She couldn't be happier that Jed was dead. She was free of him and the freedom felt wonderful. If they could see her eyes and even her smiling deeply stained red lips, they would only see her happiness.
She pulled off her white leather gloves to reveal her dark Cuban skin. His proper family never knew about her. She only came today because she read of his death in today's paper.
"Did you know Mr. Ward," his grieving widow asked her as Lila signed the guest book.
"Well, yes, I did." She hesitated for a moment. "He was the father of my five children."