Sarah had given up on trust. Then she met Harley. He was so oozy with charm, she stopped being careful. He would tell her how pretty she looked in her print dress even though she was wearing a pantsuit. And just as she was about to correct him, he would give her his dazzle smile, and that was that.

Soon, he persuaded her to open a joint bank account. Of course, most of the money was hers. Her dead husband, Wendell, had left her quite well off. As time went by, and Sarah asked where all the money was going, Harley would wink and tell her they could live on love.