When I called to tell my son that my wife had pass…

speaking. Let me take a look at everything.

Help you sort it out. There it was. He wanted to help me sort out Margaret’s finances.

How did you know there was anything to sort out? I asked. A pause.

Just a fraction of a second too long. Well, I just assumed you know there’s always paperwork when someone dies. He was lying.

Somehow he’d already found out continue reading …