My Millionaire Husband Brought a Homeless Elderly Man Into Our Home and Ordered Me, “You Bathe Him. I Don’t Want the Staff Doing It.” I Put On Gloves — Then I Saw a Crescent Birthmark and Opened a Locket I Had Hidden for 20 Years.

He says people who always want to attend are tiring.

In spring we planted nothing fancy.

Tomatoes.

He said Eleanor had a theory about tomatoes I still cannot verify.

I let the theory live.

In summer he sat on the porch and named clouds incorrectly on purpose.