Anjali is a sweet woman somewhere in her thirties - I can’t tell ages well – especially in Indians, however she’s a no-nonsense sort. Some would...call her crabby however she’s been polite to me in our infrequent interactions. She came to the door wearing her sari and looking like she’d been doing as much cleaning as my girls should have been. She saw my surprise at her disheveled state.“Ah, you have come to be collecting the lazy she-devils! Is about time. They are the useless at all what they. He was getting too somber for my taste.We showed up at the lawyer's office for the reading of the will. I was there at the specific request of Mr. Turner. Tom and I were the only ones in the lawyer's office to hear the will being read. That surprised me a little, considering the size of what I imagined the estate to be. Tom did not seemed surprised, so I didn't let it bother me.I'll skip the legal language and get to the point. Mr. Turner left some of his money to various charities, but he left. Mostly, I was worried. I had bills, lots of bills and I was looking at not being able to pay them. I had a mortgage payment of almost two thousand dollars due in three weeks and I only had sixteen hundred dollars in the bank and that had to buy food and everything else you have to spend to care for a family. It was only a little after two and I did not have any other appointments for the day. On my way back to my motel room I stopped at a bar that I came to. I had lunch consisting of three. " What's that supposed to mean?" Lonna demanded, voice slightly sour."I'll have you know I'm only interested in women. I couldn't care lesshow gorgeously muscled your body is, if the one inside it is a man." ...Noted." It wasn't a surprise, hearing that Lonna wasn't interested.Melissa had already decided not to hit on the girl, anyway, since shewas Melissa's only line on a way to survive.It still stung to hear out loud, though. Even if she understood: shewasn't really a woman, after all."I just.