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

twice.

My estate. Managed. Pending transfer.

I was alive. I was standing in my own foyer wearing house slippers and holding a coffee mug. No family agreement existed. No transfer had been discussed. My home was not available for anyone’s development plan.

Suspicion is one thing. Evidence is another.

Craig and Linda were not merely waiting for me to pass.continue reading …