Herbert was forty four years old. He was a millionaire. He went to his lawyer to discuss various ideas in light of his impending marriage.
His lawyer, who he’d known most of his life, his lawyer who had been with him though all the traumas and dramas told him,
“Hawaii is part of America, if you want to move there permanently, go ahead. Sell your business, your house. Buy a small place for Jeff, have him receive a monthly allotment. And you live.”
It was a possibility Herbert had never considered.
Could he really do this?
Yes, he could.