A Wild Surge of Guilty Passion

The final remains of Mr. Henry Judd Gray were hoisted onto a gurney and shoved into “the icebox,” where his clothing was taken off, just as Mrs. Ruth May Brown Snyder’s had been, for New York’s mandated autopsy. As the doctors readied their trays and instruments, there Ruth and Judd lay, naked and side-by-side again, their arms hanging from the gurneys so that their hands almost touched. Calm now. Silent. Dispassionate. Loved.