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”
A cousin in Boston.
A retired judge who called every Sunday.
People came and went.
Florence had chosen solitude more often than solitude had chosen her.
That realization mattered.
I was not rescuing her from loneliness.
She simply liked me.
Eventually.
PART 12 — THE AGE GAP
People stared.