we are not cynical

We are not cynical She had been married once or twice and lived among the rich, that was what happened to air hostesses when there was a frisson about this job. Her last husband came from Amsterdam, a doyen of the fur trade, elegantly dressed, and a walking stick With a stick, one assumes he was quite elderly. He had bought her a flat with many rooms, too many one of lesser background would think, then to her  surprise, he suddenly died So what was a girl to do, sitting with a flat not all paid for, sensibly, she rented out the flat to people  Who could pay and keep the heating on come winter Then she met her final man just as her legs were getting tired, he would do, she thought he had a car and doesn't bother about a high-flying life Thus, a love story blossomed, if not a lady and a trap Yet, a love story of a sort, he needs her to do the talking So he can sit in his room and write