“Money can construct buildings,” Walter said. “Only people can build a family.”
“So this was a test?”
“No. I hoped you would discover that some things are worth more than money.”
The Bentley had been donated to a technical school, where students were rebuilding it.
The investment accounts had been moved into the trust.
The mansion’s west wing was being converted into housing for retired employees.
Then I remembered the suit.
“What about the eight hundred dollars you borrowed?”
Walter leaned closer.
“That was the only test I could not resist.”
“The suit cost eight hundred?”
“Six hundred.”
He handed me the remaining two hundred dollars.
The minister coughed to hide his laughter.
I should have walked away.
Instead, I looked at the man who had cooked soup with me, listened to every ridiculous dream I had ever shared, and allowed me to discover who he was after the luxury disappeared.
“Do I still get to marry you?” I asked.
