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”
“So what are you doing?”
I asked.
“Making sure anything I leave you isn’t easy prey.”
Then:
“And asking you to make your own decisions with your own attorney.”
That I could accept.
“Anything else?”
Thomas looked away.