The Dinner Guest
Jack, of course, was dead. No one could argue that fact. The big issue, however, was why he
was sitting at the dinner table enjoying a shrimp cocktail.
Ten days previous, Jack had been killed in a severe four-car pile-up. They needed dental
records to identify the body.
The others at the table tried in vain to enjoy their own shrimp cocktails, but it was all very
difficult. Jack was just much too noisy.
Sarah put down her fork. "Jack," she said, "It is lovely to see you again, but could you please
mind your manners?"
Jack opened his mouth to speak, and a few bits of partly chewed shrimp fell out. "Sorry," he
said.
When dinner was over, and the other guests all went into the sitting room for coffee, Jack
kissed Sarah on the cheek, and left.
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