My dear friend, Margaret. We hadn’t seen each other for years, but I had never forgotten how she treated me when my husband died: she brought me food, accompanied me to medical appointments, and never made me feel like a burden.
When I arrived, Margaret opened the door and stared at me.
—Helen, what happened?
I tried to smile.
—I think I need a place to stay for a few days.
He didn’t question me. He hugged me and pulled out a chair for me to sit down.
That morning I cried for almost an hour.
I haven’t told him about the ticket yet. I needed to think clearly and make sure everything was real.
The next day, I called a lawyer who specializes in lottery prizes.
I explained to him that I had a ticket that, according to the published results, could be worth thirty million dollars.
His first
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