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”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want you signing anything because I am dying and asking nicely.”
That silenced me.
The original seventeen-year-old Thomas would never have said that.
Seventy-three-year-old Thomas had learned things.
So had I.
I met Judith Hale the next morning.
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