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”
That is enough.
Years after her death, Raymond sold part of the Whitmore property and converted the main house into a charitable residential program partnered with a rehabilitation organization.
He called before doing it.
Not because he needed my permission.
He didn’t.
He thought I might want to know.
I visited once after renovations.
Ramps improved.