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”
She nodded toward the mansion.
“The ghosts are reasonably polite.”
“You live here alone?”
“Since Douglas died.”
Her husband.
“No children?”
“None.”
She said it lightly.
