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”
Which friends should I call?
What do you want me to know about the house?
Not:
How much do I get?
There were ways to talk about death without turning it into greed.
I know that now.
Raymond taught me something too.
When he arrived, I expected him to see me as the young opportunist who had married his aunt-by-marriage.