I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
“I haven’t been out much since my wife died.
My daughter insisted I come.”
“You can leave whenever you like,” I said.
“But there’s good food.”
He smiled faintly.
“Is the coffee any good?”
“Arthur would say no.”
Samuel laughed, and I showed him the way to the table.
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