Sycamore Row - John Grisham

“How’d your wife get herself into that old man’s will like that? Said he left behind
twenty million bucks or so, that true?”
“Ask your lawyer.”
“I’ll do that. Didn’t mean to piss you off or anything.”
“I ain’t pissed. Just don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
“You got it, man.” Denny picked up his paperback and started reading.
Simeon stretched out on the bottom bunk and went back to page one. In twenty years
he would be sixty-six. Lettie would have another husband and a much better life. She
would have the children and grandchildren and probably great-grandchildren, and he
would have nothing.
He wouldn’t fight the divorce. She could have it all.
Maybe he could see Marvis in prison.