Lucy

-  This young woman I work with, named Lucy, who's 25 or so, maybe younger, had a strange encounter  in a grocery store last week.  An older man there looked at her intensely like he knew her. She approached him to ask: "Do I know you?"  He says: "Now you do!"  They started a conversation, ended up in a Starbucks nearby, more conversation, and then, an hour or so later, he proposed to her.  Just like that.  But listen up.

She's engaged to a Special Forces man who disappeared in Iraq or Syria a year ago.  Or was engaged - I noticed she recently stopped wearing her engagement ring. He just disappeared, dead, joined the enemy,  or on a secret mission, she doesn't know, and the Pentagon is not saying. Officially missing.

He, this man she met, is around 65, a cello player, retired from the City Symphony due to arthritis in his hands, widower, a couple of adult children, both living abroad somewhere,  and he proposes to Lucy telling her that after an agreed upon time, let's say 5 years, she can kill him, yes kill him, they'll conspire to make it look like an accident, and she collects his life insurance and inherits most of his wealth which he estimates now at somewhere near $5 million.

-  Sounds like a setup of a mystery novel.

-  Well, it's really happening, and she came to me for advice.  I've become like a father figure for her, apparently she grew up without one.

-  What did you tell her?

-  Nothing yet, what do you think I should tell her?  I can set up a meeting of the three of us to discuss.

- Oh, so now I'm a father figure to you?  Let's talk it over.