“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.
