I Came Home From A Cruise At Eighty Three Until I Heard The Truth§

questions about the house, Ashley’s language about the property, the assisted living brochures Linda had left on my coffee table twice. I wrote one sentence and underlined it twice.

They think I am already halfway gone.

The next morning I called James Whitfield, my attorney of twenty-two years.

His office was on Bull Street in one of those old Savannah continue reading …