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”
“I know I can be pushy.”
“Yes.”
“I watched Margaret decline.”
I waited.
“She stopped paying bills.”
“Then helping was reasonable.”
“It was worse than you know.”
“Maybe.”