some will find a way ! T.C. finally found a bride, at fifty five, in far off China. She was thirty. He told me soon after that he had willed most of his assets to his brother, a Goa resident. He believed his wife would opt to reside in China, where the survivor pensions of five thousand a month would go a very long way. He had named a close friend the executor of his will. I had then spent a pleasant week with them in Nova Scotia. TC died, suddenly, aged sixty one. Wife did her darndest to lure me into a visit to Halifax : she feared this Trojan horse. I did not bite. ( Merv, Gabe, Bosco, Cecil - leave me alone ! ) Cleopatra did however work her magic on the enchanted 'executor.' He absconded, a very happy smile on his visage, I imagine. Days later, 'wife' petitions Civil Court for an ex-partite. A will, well, "no Sir, never saw one, none exists." She got the order, and China retrieved the prodigal heiress soon after. The moral of the story : COPIES !! A copy of a will to all concerned parties, with an extra to your barber. They tell all, to all. eric.
