by Elaine
Several years ago, my husband passed away rather unexpectedly leaving me rather quite well off financially, including a very large house in a rural Northern Virginia suburb. And, I might add, childless and quite lonely. I contacted my younger sister, Anita, and suggested that she and her son, Frankie, move in with me. Anita agreed and within three months moved in.
Although there was no need for either of us to work, Anita chose to do so, while I worked part time as a consultant for a federal government contractor. For the most part,