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“Oh, darling.” I smiled sweetly.
“I wanted to talk about the will. Nothing too serious. Just a little chat.”
“I promise, sweetheart,” I whispered. “It’ll be worth your while.”
Her eyes lit up just a little.
“Can I come in?” I asked.
She stepped aside, and I walked into her tiny home.
There were toys scattered across the floor, and there was a mountain of dishes in the sink. The smell of burned toast hung in the air.
This was Susan’s life, and it was hard.
I could see that.
We sat at her kitchen table, and I got straight to it.
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