I Married a Dying Man to Fulfill His Final Wish—After the Funeral, His Lawyer Revealed Who He Really Was

“What mess?”

“The imaginary one I’ve been worrying about all morning.”

That made me laugh.

Carl stepped aside and let me in.

Our first visit lasted less than an hour. I heated soup, washed two dishes, and changed the sheets on his bed.

He thanked me at least six times.

Before I left, I noticed a chessboard on the coffee table.

“Do you play?” I asked.

“Badly.”

“Perfect. So do I.”

The following Thursday, we played our first game.

He beat me in twelve minutes.

“You lied,” I said.

“I exaggerated my weaknesses.”

“That’s still lying.”

“It sounds more respectable.”

That was the beginning of our friendship.