A Bullet For Cinderella

by John D. MacDonald

And George had a lush, petulant, amoral, discontented young wife named Eloise.

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You think of your own death. You try to imagine how it will be―to just cease, abruptly, eternally. It is a chilling thought, and once you have started it, it is difficult to shake off.

I had come here to Hillston to find treasure. I had thought I would find it buried in the ground. I had found it walking around, with dark red hair, with gray eyes, with a look of pride.