“If you’re doing this for the money—”
And I said: “How can you even think that? I’m here because I like being around you. I don’t want your money.”
And she looked at me for a long time and then she said it straight.
“You’re not getting a cent from me. Not one. I’ll be dead and people will say what they’re going to say anyway.”
And I said that was fine.
And she said: “I know. That’s why.”
She died in the September.
And her two had a lawyer in before the funeral. They are contesting everything, and they have said the word coercion, and they have told half of Threndle what I am.
And she left me nothing. Exactly as she said. Not a cent.
And I had made my peace with it, because I never wanted anything.
And then last week my phone went.
It was her lawyer. He said there was something after all. Something that was not in the will and that he could not go into over the telephone.
