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.
I do not rank the memories.
I collect them.
Julian still volunteers.
I go with him more often than I stay home composing opinions about other people’s lives.
I am not a saint.
I still like climate control.