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Summer of Mourning

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Her husband was dead of the cholera. Ayasha felt her world come crashing down. She paid for Ben's burial and put on a black dress. Her friends came to visit to see how she was holding up. "How do you think I'm holding up?" she snapped.

Sometimes she had to set aside her needle and thread because the tears came too hard and fast to stop them. She avoided music as much as she could, since every song reminded her of Ben, but she still saw echoes of him all throughout Paris. There was nowhere to move to - she had a number of clients her, and she didn't want to start all over again. The best Ayasha could do was rearrange the apartment's furniture.

Summer turned to autumn, but for her it was the winter of mourning turned to spring.