Just think of that! Our dad left us so much money in his will! After all, he was head of a very prominent and successful engineering firm. But—he left out my youngest sister because she was ungrateful and called him all kinds of mean names. She isn’t working out there in Santa Barbara, spent all her divorce money and now lives above a store along Market Street out there. I visited with her a couple of years ago and all she wanted to do was play poker on her computer and watch the soaps. She said she might have to sell her television and file for bancarrota. When she was married to this oil tycoon, they lived in one of those little palaces around Santa Barbara. But apparently they became bored with one another, as rich folks often do, and he started sleeping around, so that pretty much did it. She wasn’t working when she was married, either, just strolled around downtown Santa Barbara walking their three dogs and buying all kinds of knick-knacks at the antique stores. When she wasn’t doing that, she took to drinking. She became what I call “Martini Mary.” But never mind that! I don’t know what I’m going to do with all this money. It’s at least twenty times the amount of money I’ve ever had before! Wait till I tell my husband Sam, who works for the federal government at $12 an hour. Will he ever plotz! I hope he doesn’t pass out.