“This is PREPOSTOROUS,” Max raged “I’m not just going to sit here and let Mama play games with us from the Great Beyond! There is NO third son. We would know, she couldn’t just hide something like that!”
Alyssa motioned for Max to sit. He waved her away with his hand.
Sam poked her head through the door. "Max is pissed? What did I miss?" Sam, beaming, sat in a folding chair. Max looked at his sister. He hated her.
Sam poked her head through the door. "Max is pissed? What did I miss?" Sam, beaming, sat in a folding chair. Max looked at his sister. He hated her.
“The Will states that all beneficiaries be present and that would only leave Allen.” Max looked at his sister. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told us Sam.”
Sam charged at Max, claws out, ripping at his face. Drake, prying her off his brother, looked at Gregory. “Everyone calm down,” Drake pleaded “and let Allen explain himself.”
Gregory began backing to the door. This was getting to be a bit much, even if it meant he’d be free and clear of his mortgage. He reached behind his back for the door handle only to find that it wouldn’t budge. He was locked in with these lunatics.
“Mr. Devereaux, I have nothing to explain” Gregory fished in his pocket for his wallet “I keep a picture of my parents in my wallet. I don’t understand what Mrs. Devereaux is referring to…or who she’s referring to. See?” Gregory held up a small picture of a smiling elderly couple with kind faces. Obviously Blue Collar.
Alyssa cleared her throat. “Why don’t we all just calm down and let Quinley finish. Obviously… Allen isn’t…”
“Qualified.” Sam interrupted, laughing. “I agree, Quinley just get on with it. I need another Jack Daniels.”
Everyone looked to Quinley, who nodded.
“Well, you see,” Quinley reached into his attaché “The final page of Mrs. Devereaux’s Will is sealed. In this envelope.” Quinley pulled an unmarked white envelope from his case.
“So, open the damned thing, I’m sobering up.” Complained Sam.
“Of course,” Quinley reached again into his attaché for Mrs. Devereaux’s white gold letter opener. Max, Alyssa and Drake approached Quinley. Gregory stared at his shoes. Sam yawned theatrically.
Quinley carefully tore the envelope open and removed a single folded piece of paper. He opened it and began reading.
“The remaining 25% along with this letter opener I bequeath to my dear son…” Quinley stopped. His mouth gaped, beads of sweat appeared on his face.
“Give. Me. That.” Alyssa yelped, lurching forward and snatching it from his hand. “I’ll read it. The remaining 25%...blah…blah…my dear son…” Alyssa stopped. She looked at Quinley. “No, this can’t be right…Is this a JOKE?”
Quinley reached for the wall to steady himself against the spinning of the room.
“WHAT DOES IT SAY?” Max demanded.
“What does it say?” Alyssa laughed “Why don’t you ask your brother?” and threw the letter at Parker Quinley...Devereaux.
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