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 with joy at first.
“With Florence?”
“Yes.”
“She’s seventy-nine.”
“Eighty by the wedding.”
“That doesn’t help.”
Dad, still recovering from the stroke, looked at me carefully.
“Do you love her?”
