I Married a Wealthy 79-Year-Old Woman for Her Money—After She Died, Her Lawyer Slid Me a Cardboard Box and Said, “You Walked Straight Into Her Trap”
Paul smiled.
“She would be furious to hear you describe her decision that way.”
“Good.”
Then:
“Did you ever tell her not to?”
“I asked whether she understood the risks.”
“And?”
“She told me to stop talking to her as though chronological age automatically erased judgment.”