His complexion had a caesious pall to it. His skin was clammy and he was always coughing. But he was good in bed. That’s why Paula married him. Well that and his money. Old money, brought over in barrels from Europe during the Big WW. They hadn’t even opened all the barrels yet. Sixty-two years after the fact and there were at least a couple hundred fifty gallon barrels of gold coins sitting in storage. Paula couldn’t believe her luck. She literally pinched herself every day. All she’d done was treat the poor sod kindly. The lawyers arranged the rest.