I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
“Did you encourage him to cut Richard out?”
“No.
I usually told him I hoped they could talk.”
“Did you ever suggest what he should leave you?”
“He never asked me.”
When the interview ended, she closed her notebook and thanked me.
I expected to feel victorious, but I felt exhausted.
Arthur and I had never thought of his visits as evidence.