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”
“What?”
“Raymond may come here.”
“Let him.”
“If he becomes aggressive, you do not owe him entry.”
“I was a hospital nurse for forty-five years.”
He smiled.
“Meaning?”
“I’ve removed intoxicated men twice his size from emergency departments.”