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 do you know?
I answered:
“Enough to know I don’t want you managing anything of mine.”
His face hardened.
“I wasn’t asking to manage your money.”
“You asked Vance whether the trust could be dissolved into a joint account.”
He went pale.
Then angry.