would be first to be signed off the Will. He mentioned the cabin’s address in Washington State, and declared it under his power to be legally mine. Mr. Müller approached me with a warm smile.
“A month before her death, she hired a few contractors to do some repairs on the cabin. From now on, please take good care of it and keep Ms. Clarisse in your memories.”
He gave me a thick manila folder with a red print reading confidential. I looked at the folder with tears whelping in my eyes.
“One final note.” he added. “She wanted to give you this letter, you may open it now.”
My hands shook when I accepted the folded letter. I ripped it open, the letter read:
Child,
If there is life after death, I will return to the cabin and watch over you and your baby.
p.s. I know this of late notice, but I have been too embarrassed to say it until now, sorry for that slap.
Clarisse Elliot Mable
I covered my mouth, unsure if I should laugh or cry.
To my surprise the family gave no objection. Troy’s son chuckled while he rapidly pressed his thumbs on the keyboard.
“Isn’t that the place grandma tried to take us for vacation?” he said, speaking to himself.
His sister who didn’t bother looking at her brother replied with a quiet yes.
“I was afraid she was going to pass that old dusty cabin to Me.” added Ana. “I wouldn’t know what to do with it besides sell it.”
“That’s if you sell it, isn’t that cabin in the middle of nowhere?” said Troy’s wife. “Not many people can visit that region.”
“You’re right, looks like mom saved me the trouble.” replied Ana.
Troy and Ben didn’t say a word, they don’t care about an old abandoned cabin. They wanted to know who will inherit what: which company, how much, which land, which mansion, which shares, how much, how much, how much. I left my seat. This is as far as I can stay. I have to get some fresh air before I smack somebody. Mr. Müller noticed my urgency to leave, and stopped me. Turns out, everyone must be present until the entire Will has been heard.
“Please.” he emphasized.
I sat back in the chair and remained silent. What should be happening next is some personal stuff, I shouldn’t be allowed to stay. Mr. Müller continued, he read a document and pulled out another sheet of paper. His eyes followed the print under his glasses reading carefully what Ms. Clarisse has written. The silence grew impossible to bear. The mysterious row or lawyers stayed as motionless as manikins can get. They look young, freshly out of college, yet they maintain a frightening posture.
“Go on with it!” shouted Troy, growing impatient once again.
Mr. Müller reverted to apologizing.
“According to this statement, Ms. Clarisse has another request. There is a letter she wrote specifically for her family.”
“How long have we been waiting? Just hurry up!” whined Ben.
“Well then, it will be easier if I read it to you all at once.” said Mr. Müller holding a familiar pearly white envelope, sealed tightly with blue wax.
“Read it fast.” added Troy “The entire company is hanging on a cliff right now.”
Mr. Müller tore the sealed wax with his thumb and pulled out a creamy sheet. I looked over at Ms. Clarisse’s family, everyone pressed their eyes on the letter. Troy’s son and daughter turned off their gadgets, his wife kept her hands glued together. Ana perched up from her seat. Ben leaned forward to get a better listening.
A week before Ms. Clarisse died, she wrote obsessively. The staff said that on my days off, Mr. Müller pays her visits. All of this was done without my presence. I wasn’t allowed to be in the room when stopped by, and Ms. Clarisse herself told me I couldn’t read her letter. She said she didn’t want me to see her throw way her fortune to her ungrateful children. But who can blame a mom from worrying about their children’s future? No matter what they did, and how heavy her heart became, Ms.
“A month before her death, she hired a few contractors to do some repairs on the cabin. From now on, please take good care of it and keep Ms. Clarisse in your memories.”
He gave me a thick manila folder with a red print reading confidential. I looked at the folder with tears whelping in my eyes.
“One final note.” he added. “She wanted to give you this letter, you may open it now.”
My hands shook when I accepted the folded letter. I ripped it open, the letter read:
Child,
If there is life after death, I will return to the cabin and watch over you and your baby.
p.s. I know this of late notice, but I have been too embarrassed to say it until now, sorry for that slap.
Clarisse Elliot Mable
I covered my mouth, unsure if I should laugh or cry.
To my surprise the family gave no objection. Troy’s son chuckled while he rapidly pressed his thumbs on the keyboard.
“Isn’t that the place grandma tried to take us for vacation?” he said, speaking to himself.
His sister who didn’t bother looking at her brother replied with a quiet yes.
“I was afraid she was going to pass that old dusty cabin to Me.” added Ana. “I wouldn’t know what to do with it besides sell it.”
“That’s if you sell it, isn’t that cabin in the middle of nowhere?” said Troy’s wife. “Not many people can visit that region.”
“You’re right, looks like mom saved me the trouble.” replied Ana.
Troy and Ben didn’t say a word, they don’t care about an old abandoned cabin. They wanted to know who will inherit what: which company, how much, which land, which mansion, which shares, how much, how much, how much. I left my seat. This is as far as I can stay. I have to get some fresh air before I smack somebody. Mr. Müller noticed my urgency to leave, and stopped me. Turns out, everyone must be present until the entire Will has been heard.
“Please.” he emphasized.
I sat back in the chair and remained silent. What should be happening next is some personal stuff, I shouldn’t be allowed to stay. Mr. Müller continued, he read a document and pulled out another sheet of paper. His eyes followed the print under his glasses reading carefully what Ms. Clarisse has written. The silence grew impossible to bear. The mysterious row or lawyers stayed as motionless as manikins can get. They look young, freshly out of college, yet they maintain a frightening posture.
“Go on with it!” shouted Troy, growing impatient once again.
Mr. Müller reverted to apologizing.
“According to this statement, Ms. Clarisse has another request. There is a letter she wrote specifically for her family.”
“How long have we been waiting? Just hurry up!” whined Ben.
“Well then, it will be easier if I read it to you all at once.” said Mr. Müller holding a familiar pearly white envelope, sealed tightly with blue wax.
“Read it fast.” added Troy “The entire company is hanging on a cliff right now.”
Mr. Müller tore the sealed wax with his thumb and pulled out a creamy sheet. I looked over at Ms. Clarisse’s family, everyone pressed their eyes on the letter. Troy’s son and daughter turned off their gadgets, his wife kept her hands glued together. Ana perched up from her seat. Ben leaned forward to get a better listening.
A week before Ms. Clarisse died, she wrote obsessively. The staff said that on my days off, Mr. Müller pays her visits. All of this was done without my presence. I wasn’t allowed to be in the room when stopped by, and Ms. Clarisse herself told me I couldn’t read her letter. She said she didn’t want me to see her throw way her fortune to her ungrateful children. But who can blame a mom from worrying about their children’s future? No matter what they did, and how heavy her heart became, Ms.
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