A woman attends the funeral of the man who told her not to marry his son.

(from Zoetrope All-Story, Spring, 2005)

That’s a fine title, but might I also suggest “Do The Wrong Thing”? The battle between desire and morality is mostly what forces the action in this story. Aside from a few colorful metaphors, this is a plainspoken story, telling only the telling details and leaving the reader to wonder about some of the pointless details. I mean, didn’t she know anybody else in her old hometown? Not important, of course.
Okay, you know what? This one line bugged me. Jean meets an older lady in a fur coat at the funeral. She notes that the woman has a familiar smell, is wearing too much make-up and has extraordinarily white teeth. Then comes this:

Is toilet water some euphemism I’m not familiar with? Some lavendar smelling liquor, maybe? Because I know it only as the water in a toilet, which sort of makes that line crazy. Or perhaps Jean has heightened olfactory senses, although she never comes right out and says she does. If the onset of heightened olfactory senses is a new development, it’s possible Jean is turning into a werewolf, which would suit her well, since such creatures are not muzzled by morality conflicts.