“Okay, well, here it is. I know I’ve come along late in the game, and I’m also keenly aware that the dress code of Sullivan’s Island isn’t the same as Las Vegas. They don’t have a lot of men like me around here, so I want you to know, I’m going to tone it down a bit. You know, for the sake of propriety.”

“Don’t change a thing!” I said. “Screw the neighbors!”

“Yeah! Screw the neighbors!” Leslie said. Then she got a peculiar look on her face and said, “Uh, actually, Holly, you and I should probably have a chat later.”

“Fine,” I said. “Whatever.” I knew exactly what she did last night.

“Anyway,” Suzanne continued, “I adore your mother, as you know. One of the other reasons I want to marry her is so I can have the legal right to make decisions about her health care with the two of you. As an equal partner.”

“I had not even thought of that,” I said.

“Me, either,” Leslie said. “But you’re right.”

“But I think we should have a prenup to protect her assets. Not mine. But I don’t want anyone to think I want to take anything that is hers and rightfully yours. For me? I have much more to protect than she does, but I have no heirs. If I get hit by a truck, you ladies can divide the spoils among yourselves.”

“I love you, Suzanne,” Leslie said.

“Me, too,” I said.

“Call me Buster from now on.”

“I can’t,” I said. “You’ll always be Suzanne to me.”

“You’ll ruin your mystique!” Leslie said.

Suzanne laughed.

“Okay. Well, then call me what you’d like. The reason for this is in my experience I knew a young lady I dearly loved who became deathly ill, and, not having any family, I volunteered to see her through her illness. That was all fine, as long as she was conscious. But when she became unconscious, and because she had no living will, the end of her life was disastrous. It should’ve been a peaceful end that followed her wishes. I cannot go through that again and I cannot leave the queen.”

“Oh! What a terrible story! I’m so sorry!”

“So I’m wondering if you have a family attorney I might use to draw up a simple document for us.”

“I’ll call Mark,” I said. “He’s not a wills and estate lawyer, but he’ll know someone.”

“I’m going to go about my morning toilette, and then I’d love some company to purchase a rock for my dove that’s worthy of a queen!” Suzanne stood and put her cup in the sink.

“Hey, Suzanne?” Leslie said.

“Yes?”

“You’re the best.”

Suzanne left the room, and when she was out of earshot, I said, “And are you the worst?”