When I die, this inheritance will pass to your cousin Robert.
He’ll sell everything, give you a pittance, and leave you dependent on distant relatives who don’t care about you. I said, knowing that was impossible: “Then leave me the inheritance.”
“Virginia law doesn’t allow it.” Women can’t inherit independently, especially…” She gestured toward the wheelchair and couldn’t finish the sentence.
“So, what do you propose?” “Josiah is the strongest man in this inheritance.” He’s intelligent; yes, I know he reads in secret, so don’t be surprised. He’s in good health, capable, and from everything I’ve heard of him, he has a kind heart despite his large size.
He will not abandon you because he is legally obligated to stay. He will protect you, meet your needs, and take care of you.
The logic was terrifying and inflexible. I asked him, “Have you asked?” He replied, “Not yet. I wanted to tell you first.” “What if you reject me?” My father’s face seemed to have aged ten years at that moment. “I’m still trying to find a white husband for you, and we both know I’ll fail.”
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