A handyman came over today. He was sent by Ruby, who was the good woman friend to Tony, who was buried a few weeks ago. In my blog about Tony' funeral, I was concerned for his soul ( I know, the nerve of me, I know) because I thought he had an illicit relationship with Ruby. I tried to keep an open mind. What threw me off was her telling me, "I loved him. He was my life."
Ruby bowls with the handyman, Carlos, and told Carlos that her relationship with Tony was platonic. I believe her/him. Object lesson: don't believe the worst. Tony, I'm sorry for my suspicions. God rest your sweet soul