PART 2: The man standing there in the gray suit set down his coffee cup, picked up his briefcase, and said, “My name is Michael Grant. Mr. Frank Coleman asked me to be here today.” Diane’s face went white. Ross looked at me. Then he looked at the lawyer. Then back at me. “Who the hell is he?” I didn’t answer. Because, honestly, I didn’t know. Frank had never mentioned a Michael Grant. Whit Coleman, Frank’s attorney, stepped away from the dining room table and walked toward the man. “Mr. Grant,” Whit said quietly, “I believe we’re ready.” “Ready for what?” Ross snapped. Whit turned. “For the reading of your father’s final instructions.”
PART 3 – THE END :
Ross laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
It was the nervous laugh of a man who suddenly realizes the ground beneath his feet isn’t as solid as he thought.
“That’s what the envelope is for, isn’t it?”
Whit nodded.
“The envelope is part of it.”
Diane stared down at the letter in her hand.
“What does he mean?” she whispered.
I could see the first line still visible.
By the time you read this, Diane, you have already put your stickers on the furniture.
She folded the paper quickly.
“That’s not funny.”
“No,” Whit said.
“It isn’t.”
The room became completely silent.
Even the children who had been running through the hallway stopped.
Mrs. Hendricks leaned toward my sister and whispered, “Who is that man?”
My sister whispered back, “I have no idea.”
I did.
Or at least I knew what Frank had told me.
He had told me there would be something I wouldn’t understand until the funeral.
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