My daughter-in-law laughed as she gave me a $2 scratch-off for my 73rd birthday. Ten months later, my own son shoved a senior living brochure in front of me and said, “We already picked your room.” They thought I was too old to fight back. They had no idea what I had been hiding.

He wore an ordinary blue suit and carried a worn satchel.

He did not look like anyone’s idea of a wealthy woman’s attorney, which is one reason I liked him.

Colin insisted on seeing the deed.

Jessica scrutinized the pages line by line, looking for a loophole.

Richard gave her room to read and answered each legal question precisely.

He did not raise his voice.

“Your lease isn’t being canceled today,” he explained.

“The owner changed earlier this year.