So, her brownies just finished baking and knowing her she’ll take them anyway. Only, they’re not just regular brownies, and no they’re not the super moist ones. They happen to be dirty brownies, and I’m calling them that because her bathroom is going to be covered in shit after she’s eaten a few of them, if she can even make it to the bathroom.
Luckily for my mom, I was able to convince the estate lawyer to come here to the house and have a meeting with the two of us, to answer any sort of questions she might have. Walter’s in my living room sipping on a glass of raspberry sweet tea while I bring in some fresh baked shortbread cookies. I set them down on the table and he takes it upon himself to grab one. “I must admit, you’re as lovely as your grandmother. She always made it a point to feed me whenever I stopped by as well.”
“She was a good lady.”
He nods affirmingly. “That she was, and one who will be dearly missed.”
Footsteps coming into my house can be heard heading in my direction, and my mother immediately comes into view. “Charmaine, we need to talk. I’m—” At the sight of Walter my mother halts speaking. “I didn’t know Walter was going to be here.”
“Yeah, he called and said he could stop by today, which was perfect since you were coming,” I tell her, faking my smile. I might be all about alignment and doing the better things in life, but I can be a very petty bitch, and today is one of those days.
“Yes, Charmaine expressed you had some questions for me,” Walter speaks up, looking directly at her.
“Yes, I’d love to know whenever we’re meeting to go over the estate.”
Walter clears his throat and digs into his briefcase, pulls out a folder, and grabs his reading glasses. Before I know it, he’s diving straight into it, telling me that I’ve inherited the property and everything on it, including my grandmother’s classic car. Now, I knew I had the house but I didn’t have a clue I’d inherit the car . . . god. That was her prized possession.
My mother received my grandmother’s jewelry, minus my grandmother’s pearls. Those were left to me, and my grandmother did leave some small things to my sister, but given the fact we don’t know where she is at the moment, getting her here was going to be a problem. She’ll be sent a letter to her last known address and hope she comes to claim it at some point. My mom also got everything in my grandmother’s storage units, and the money left over was split between my mother, sister, and myself. However, most of it was left to charity. I figured it would be, though. My grandmother was always so generous. She never wanted to live outside of her means and she invested her money well at the right times, which left her very well off.
“I don’t understand why she did this. I’m her daughter, everything was supposed to be left to me besides the house. That’s what she said before she died!” my mother growls as she rises from her seat, cursing under her breath. I know she’s said my grandmother told her one thing, but I know my grandmother and she wouldn’t have ever made her feel as though she was getting everything. My mom’s super selfish, and even my grandmother knew it.
“I’m terribly sorry, ma’am, but you’ve heard everything I’ve said. This is the will she had me create for her, and these are the terms which will be honored,” Walter says.
My mother goes up and slaps Walter straight across the face. “I will fight this! Do you hear me? I will fight this! This is nothing more than robbery, do you hear me?!” I jump up and grab the back of my mother’s shirt, tugging her away from Walter.
“What is wrong with you!?” I practically scream at her, trying to catch my breath as my heart pounds heavily in my chest.
“What’s wrong with me? Nothing! I tried to do everything I could for her and this is how she repays me? No, this was all supposed to be mine and you came into the picture and screwed it all up. If it weren’t for you, nothing would’ve been taken from me.” My mother shakes her head like I’m her biggest enemy and rushes out of my house, still shaking her head.
I’m at a complete loss with what just happened and turn to look at Walter. His face is red where my mother struck him and I rush over to see him. “God, are you alright? I’m so sorry. I never thought she’d do something like that. God, I am so terribly sorry.”
“It’s alright, Charmaine. Believe it or not, this isn’t the first time something like that has happened. It’s to be expected, I suppose.” Walter rises and clears his throat. “I’m going to head out now, given the events. I hope you have a lovely evening, Charmaine.”
“You too, Walter, and again, I’m so sorry.”
“No worries, Charmaine. You have a great night.” Walter waves and makes his way out of the house. I head into the kitchen and see the plate of laxative brownies on the table and upon looking at them I can think of one person who deserves them as much as my mother, and he happens to be right next door.
Chapter Eight
Fenrir
The day after the funeral I sat at the kitchen table drinking coffee while trying to knock out a headache
