Clara kept her eyes on the road. "What happened?"

Clara opened the envelope. Inside was a check for fifty thousand dollars and a note in Evelyn's sharp handwriting: "For your next act. Don't waste it."

The second time Clara answered an ad for a "sugar mom," she told herself it was strictly business. The first time had been a disaster—a lonely, chain-smoking widow in Boca who wanted a live-in companion to argue with about bridge strategy. Clara had lasted a week.

"I'm entering hospice. In two weeks. I don't want you to see that." Evelyn’s voice was steady, but her eyes were wet. "You've been more than competent, Clara. You've been kind. Go find a real life."

Sugar Mom 2 — ((new))

Clara kept her eyes on the road. "What happened?"

Clara opened the envelope. Inside was a check for fifty thousand dollars and a note in Evelyn's sharp handwriting: "For your next act. Don't waste it." sugar mom 2

The second time Clara answered an ad for a "sugar mom," she told herself it was strictly business. The first time had been a disaster—a lonely, chain-smoking widow in Boca who wanted a live-in companion to argue with about bridge strategy. Clara had lasted a week. Clara kept her eyes on the road

"I'm entering hospice. In two weeks. I don't want you to see that." Evelyn’s voice was steady, but her eyes were wet. "You've been more than competent, Clara. You've been kind. Go find a real life." sugar mom 2