She was large. She had four husbands. They all died from illnesses, except for one. He fell asleep with his head on a railroad track. (How could one do that). It was suicide to marry her.

She was not a blood relative, but an "in-law". I met her while she and other family member of my First husband were "front porch sittin" one warm afternoon in Moline.

I was introduced to them all, one by one, shook their hands or nodded "hello"--They were polite and friendly.

But when she and I spoke she seemed a bit nervous. Her eyes darted right, left, right, left and once more right, left. Perhaps she sensed by suspiciousness.

I know many a muliti-married person. They generally account for all their "ex-es"... "Number one is now re married", "Number four is in jail"--and so forth. But never do I met one who can say--"all are dead"--" and they died while married to me"

Was this a scheme? Or did just evolve. We are not born jaded or corrupt, we are seduced by time and chose wicked paths. Perhaps she entered each marriage with noble intent----Or perhaps she did not!

It is so easy to have a relationship turn from a loving ecstasy to thoughts of murder when things do not go right.

And one might say to one's self "Shall I be the myrtar, or victim or shall I strike back.

Will I take control....revenge! Who can say what trully happened. She had four husbands-they are all gone.

And she is gone too....not here to tell the tale of secret woe.