She’d just put a price on her entire life, and even if she begged right now for the exchange to be reversed, they’d never do it. There was absolutely no confusion over who got the more valued asset. There never was, and that’s without Helen being sentimental, because she wasn’t. She had to sell while the place still had value to someone else, while her husband’s last name was still worth buying. — For Helen Calder Blotz, that was the end of Blotz Brewery.
