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”
“Evelyn, if he left you anything, don’t sign a single document until I review it.”
I looked into his face.
There was concern there.
Maybe even real concern.
That was what made people like Raymond difficult to understand.
Self-interest and affection can coexist.
I no longer tried to solve motive.
I focused on behavior.