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”
I stepped aside.
“This is your house now.”
He winced.
“Florence would hate that sentence.”
I laughed softly.
“She probably would.”
Then:
“What did she tell you about me?”