In the scheme of her life, ten years was not a long time. And if she carried the math further – 20 years, 30 years or more – things were grim if she only compounded at 3% per year. She would essentially evaporate. No afterlife. No helping her single-mother heroes.
She also recalled meeting endless money managers, all of whom wanted her money to manage. For the most part, they were too nice. She trusted few – a skill she had learned in her volatile youth. She remembered the Cossacks smili...
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