At 73, I Married My Dying High School Sweetheart as His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Knocked on My Door and Said, “You Walked Right Into His Trap”

“You still have your pension?”

“Unless someone stole it this morning.”

Another laugh.

Then:

“You have a will, don’t you?”

I remember holding the phone away from my ear and looking at it.

“Why?”

“We’re not young anymore, Evelyn.”