I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
They sought records, testimony, and a chance for the court to examine the circumstances.
My stomach turned when I read the summary.
I had never asked Arthur about a will.
Still, I understood how the relationship could look to somebody who had not witnessed our twelve years of Sundays.
I visited him regularly.
His family did not.
I was the person who would benefit.
Those facts were true even if the story Richard told about them was not.