I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
He wanted Richard to receive a box of family photographs and the letters he’d kept, provided Richard was willing to accept them.
Then the interviewer asked why Arthur had chosen me.
“Because Julian kept coming,” he said.
“Can you explain what you mean?”
“I told him I didn’t need any help.
He believed me enough not to make me feel foolish, and he kept coming anyway.
That’s a difficult balance.”
He laughed at himself, then grew serious.