"What can I say? you look very good. And you look very much like my wife."
I stammered, "Thank you, I think."
"Coffee?"
"OK."
"Have you been doing this for a long time? I mean dressing up like this?"
"A few years, when I get the chance. Didn't think I would be disturbing anybody in this house since you all seem to be away so much."
"We've had some problems. I think though that some of them may go away soon."
"Oh."
"Yes you see I killed my wife. Or at least I drove her to kill herself."
This was not sounding good.
"But I have other problems. We, or should I say I, have two children who are now left without a mother. As a physician, I earn well but I also have huge debt. My wife's grandmother left her a lot of money to be pair out over many years. If they find out she is dead, the the money stops."
"That does sound like a real problem," I said as I sipped from the edge of the cup, leaving my lipstick impression.
"You look a lot like my dear departed wife. You could fill in for her. That would solve most of my problems."