“Says here Michael McClusky married Susie Penny.”
“I heard that. It’s strange how he found her, asked her to dinner and tied the knot lickety-split.”
“It’s forty-five years since he cheated on her and had to get married, right?”
“Something like that. What happened to the shotgun wife?” Barb asked.
“Divorced after twenty years and three kids. Didn’t need a shotgun neither; she lied to him and her daddy.” Mary stared at her sister, eyes bulging.
“Susie was broken-hearted for years afterwards. I can’t believe she forgave him.” Barb scratched her nose and squinted at the newspaper.
“I don’t know; he’s dead now.”
“Yep, a week after the wedding.”
“Was it natural?” the sisters squealed together.