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”
Stayed until the radiators warmed.
At four in the morning Florence said:
“You can go.”
“I’ll stay until sunrise.”
“Why?”
I was too tired to create a strategic answer.
“Because if the furnace dies again, I’ll spend the whole drive home wondering if you froze.”
She looked at me strangely.