I Brought Groceries to My Elderly Neighbor Every Sunday for Twelve Years. After His Funeral, His Lawyer Handed Me a Suitcase I Never Expected.
Mr.
Bennett called with the news while I was repairing a loose rail on our back steps.
I sat down on the step and listened to him explain what it meant and what still had to happen.
“So it’s over?” I asked.
“The main challenge is resolved for now,” he said.
“We still complete administration, paperwork, and the title work.
Don’t confuse a favorable order with everything being finished.”
I thanked him and hung up.