A different Christmas…
That morning during breakfast, I sat close to a rich girl and her friend. Don’t ask me how I knew she was rich. She just sounded rich… and she acted rich. Anyway, I was shamelessly eavesdropping on her conversation with her friend as she described the events before and after her father’s death. From the conversation, I gathered that he was an extremely wealthy man (I told you she was rich!) with lots of kids scattered around the world… but that wasn’t even the interesting part. It was they way people behaved when he died that astonished me. His body…
