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’m sorry you lost him,” I said.
Richard’s voice sounded older when he answered.
“I’m sorry too.”
We ended the call without discussing property.
It was the first conversation we’d had that did not leave me angry.
A week later Bennett told me Richard’s attorney had requested copies of certain personal letters.
They would handle it formally.
I felt relieved.
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