“She Mocked My Beach House at Breakfast — That Evening, I Sold Everything She Thought Was Hers”

a long time, looking at the papers, at the careful legal language designed to make theft sound like a favor. Then I picked up my phone and called Harry Kravitz, the lawyer who’d handled Frank’s estate.

“Harry, it’s Alberta Quinn. I need to see you first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Of course, Alberta. What’s this about?”

“I want to sell two properties. Quickly.continue reading …