FROM THE EDITOR'S PEN
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It is nearly seven years since Henry passed.
To recap, our family friends
Henry and Grace were a couple who led a
relatively charmed life. They were deeply in love,
working together in an extremely successful business
for over 40 years, with no thoughts of the future.
Henry was 20 years older than Grace and handled all
of their financial affairs. He, unfortunately,
did not have any plans in place for a designated
surrogate in case Grace was unable to handle her own
affairs at any time after his passing. That,
of course, is where the story goes (as they say)
I had not seen Grace in about six months when she
entered the room where a party was being held.
The guests included many of her friends. She looked
gaunt and somewhat confused and was with a younger
man who was guiding her through the room to where
they sat down together. He made sure he was never
far out of earshot as she talked with her friends
and, frankly, something did not seem quite right to
me. We found out in relatively quick
succession certain facts that increased my unease.
He had met her at her local club, sidled over to her
and chatted her up. They had remained inseparable
for these past six months.
Over the next few weeks, I began hearing from
concerned friends who told me about conversations
they were having with her almost daily that would
change with each telling. Alternately, she was madly
in love or she was afraid for her life; either knew
she had married him or didn’t, depending on the
conversation. She would call the police to kick him
out of her home, but by the time they would come to
her door, she would tell them that she didn’t know
why they were there and demand they leave.