had nothing to do with the medical field.
I looked down at my hands.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because imagine what that conversation is like after dating someone for a few months.”
He sat up straight and his voice became deeper.
“Hello Winnie. I’ve noticed your knees aren’t what they used to be, so I’ve rearranged my house in anticipation of your future physical decline.”
I laughed before I could even stop myself.
“My God.”
“Exactly.”
“You made me believe you were hiding a wife.”
“I was hiding a shower bench.”
“And perhaps a sewing workshop.”
“That too.”
I shook my head.
For several moments, I couldn’t decide: should I take him in my arms or shake him?
Finally, I said, “My son thinks you’re after my money.”
Wendell’s expression darkened.
“I thought.”
“How?”
“The way he
