Chapter 2
It was kind of amazing how much stuff people accumulate over time. Donald and I hadn’t lived in the big house more than a couple of years since his mother had died, yet he’d managed to buy a lot of stuff he hadn’t had in his bungalow.
I spent the next several days going through his older and newer things. Donald being much larger and more muscular than my slighter, shorter frame, I packed away his clothes to be given to charity. When the time came. I wasn’t sure I was really ready to part with his stuff just yet. Even the freshly laundered clothes still carried his scent, and I couldn’t help sleeping with a few of my favorite items of his clothing.
The dreaded eviction from the house never came. A few days after Donald’s funeral, I received a call from his attorney advising me
