Betsy Saint or Thief
Betsy was a saint
always there for her mother
she was selfless, giving her time and energy
Her sisters were selfish, never there for mom
my cousin’s side of the story
Betsy took over her mother’s finances
Her mother called me crying
Betsy had cleaned her out
She did not have any money left
Three bank accounts gone
my brother’s side of the story
Betsy’s sisters are horrible
They were mean to her at the funeral
She was so good to their mother
They must be jealous
I cannot remember who said this but someone did
Betsy’s sisters told her they would not prosecute or put her in prison
if she did not attend the funeral, so she did not show up
My brother’s wife threw this to me
Betsy was a saint; she did everything for her mother
I retire from the funeral glad I am not related to any of them
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