I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
My palms were so damp that I kept rubbing them against my trousers.
When the time came, I answered plainly.
Yes, I went every Sunday.
No, I did not know what the house was worth.
Yes, Arthur sometimes spoke about Richard.
No, I never suggested he disinherit anyone.
I had sometimes bought groceries with my own money and sometimes accepted repayment for the grocery items themselves, but I had refused payment for my time.
Richard sat across the room.