With the sudden death of Mrs. Willing Stone three years ago, Mr. Max Willing Stone remarried to you. From lady’s companion to fiancée of a handsome rich man, things seem to be going quite well.

Right..?

     ‘December 3rd, 1938.’

Today, you were going to meet your new relatives of the Willing Stone family. You all sat at the garden, discussing your new marriage with Max Willing Stone.

Connie (Max sister)- “you know, when Max’s old wife was still alive, she held parties to entertain herself and the guests.”

You- “well, that seems like a lovely idea. In fact, why don’t we hold one in a few days time?”

Everyone stared at you, you thought you had done something wrong until Aspen, Max’s brother chimed in.

Aspen- “great, in honor of Max’s new wife. To our hostess.”

He raised a glass, and everybody else did too, except Granny. She seemed confused and annoyed.

Granny- “But she’s not fit to become Max’s new wife.”

she said. Everyone went dead silent.