The Last Letter from Lucas
Language: en
Five years ago, Lucas asked if I wanted to leave with him. I said yes. I was always clear-eyed about it. There was no love between us. He needed a wife. I needed money. I played the role of a wife dutifully, spending his money recklessly. I asked him if it hurt his wallet. He was rich enough to just smile and say: "If it's not enough, just ask." Five years into the marriage, Lucas died. Great. No one to nag me about smoking or drinking. I could take the fortune he left me and have fun with young guys whenever I wanted. Three days after Lucas died, I received a letter written…