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”

Blood remains fact.

Access remains choice.

I did not celebrate Raymond’s problems.

I did not need him ruined to prove my instincts correct.

That is another thing age changed.

Revenge requires tremendous energy.

I prefer gardening.

Aunt Margaret remains the part of the story I still think about uneasily.