The Morning After the Will Reading, Her Lawyer Handed Me a Metal Lunchbox

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“You ever smile?” she asked one morning.

“Sometimes.”

“I doubt it.”

Another day, she pointed at my hair and said, “You look like you lost a fight with a lawnmower.”

“Nice to see you too.”

“Hm,” she muttered. “At least you sound awake today.”

She was difficult in a strangely entertaining way once you got used to her.

Then one afternoon, everything changed.continue reading …