His rage-filled eyes told her that he wanted to hit her, wanted to curse her and kill her for being so disrespectful. There had been love on his part for the horrible dead woman. Maybe she should have at least tried to remain respectful, but after thirteen years of comparisons where she knew she always fell short, she didn't have enough energy left in her to care. Her husband loomed over her smaller frame, setting his face only inches away from hers. Anyone else who knew the man's violent tendencies would have been afraid. She refused to allow him to have that power over her again.