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ownership of a small cottage she owned on the coast.
I Took Care of My Elderly Neighbor – After She Died, the Police Knocked on My Door, and When I Learned Why, My Knees Buckled
“Mrs. Eleanor, I can’t accept this,” I said. “It’s too much.”
“It’s modest,” she said, smiling faintly. “Just a little place Harold bought years ago for painting weekends. But it has good light. I hear artists like that sort of thing.”
