I kept communicating with her because I knew she was two-faced and fake. I could use that to my advantage.
They figured that if they both weren’t talking to me then they couldn’t keep track of Mom’s estate. Seven months later, there was a fire at the big house. It started in the electric panel in the basement and followed the wires into the attic, burning some of the attic and bedroom.
We were able to save about 90% of her antiques, thanks to friends, and friends of friends, and my boyfriend now husband and his family.