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”
Not because I had suddenly transcended possessions.
I still like possessions.
Florence would roll her eyes at the opposite claim.
I took what carried relationship rather than price.
Coffee mug.
Photographs.
Crosswords.
Writing desk.