News of Rufus’s death enabled The Goss to grasp the initiative and for Amy to redraft her earlier profile into an obituary and pave the way for a week of follow-up articles on physical and mental abuse in the home.
Then came his funeral. This was no pomp and circumstance event, but a very sad affair. Rufus’s humble coffin, with pall bearers accompanying plus a horde of press... and nobody else to weep except a heavily pregnant young woman.
With a nose for a story, Amy went up to the woman.
“That wouldn’t be Rufus’s baby?”
Beth nodded sadly.