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”
Not because he had waited faithfully for me.
He told me that directly.
“I came close twice.”
“So did I.”
“Were they good men?”
“One was.”
“What happened?”
“I was difficult.”
