Nancy was the fastest keypunch operator – even faster than that crackerjack high school kid. Her wry one-liners flew faster than her fingers.

One day she was gone.

“Nancy was killed.”

“What?”

“Her husband… knocked her cold and dragged her to the garage… left the car running. Their 4-year-old saw it all.”

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