My uncle by marriage was sick in the hospital. People came to visit him. His wife and children were telling them, “You want Claudell’s tools? He won’t need them any more,” IN FRONT OF THE POOR MAN!!!
They figured he would die and made no bones about it. When he messed them up and survived, he had no tools left. (Note this is my blood-kin did it to the poor fellow.)
My uncle by marriage was sick in the hospital. People came to visit him. His wife and children were telling them, “You want Claudell’s tools? He won’t need them any more,” IN FRONT OF THE POOR MAN!!!
They figured he would die and made no bones about it. When he messed them up and survived, he had no tools left. (Note this is my blood-kin did it to the poor fellow.)