Written for OLWG# 226
We all sat on folding metal chairs in front of Lawyer Redmond’s ostentatious wooden desk. She was reading Grandpa’s Last Will and Testament. It had been two years since Grandpa had passed, taken by the Covid in early 2021.
I sat to the left of my dad. His new wife, Sukie, sat to his right. She was excited, squirming and bouncing in her seat.
Mom sat to my left. Her face fixed, stern, unsmiling. She wore her long grey hair pulled back and tied in a tight knot at her neck. The effect was severe. It was the first time she and Dad had been in the same room in the last fifteen years, although she and Ms Redmond had lived together for the best part of that time.
My sisters both stood at the back of the room. Eileen looked like she hadn’t brushed her hair in weeks. She gnawed on her already torn and chewed fingernails. Marie stood straight and tall, stoic, unruffled. Grandpa left the house in town to Marie, no surprise there. He left the ranch to Dad, and you could tell that Eileen was upset.
Mom got the art collection which was probably worth a pretty penny. I knew that she would keep it intact, though. She had loved Grandpa’s art. She would blend it with her own extensive collection. I didn’t know if the house she shared with Elizabeth was big enough to hold it all, but they could afford to build or buy a bigger one. She smiled silently to her partner, the attorney. Elizabeth allowed herself a quick grin back at Mom.
Eileen got the vehicles. Trucks, cars, tractors, motorcycles, the lot, she’d probably figure out a way to sell the trucks and tractors to Dad.
I was the only one remaining who remained unmentioned. Elizabeth Redmond cleared her throat and directed her gaze at me, “To my grandson, TN, I bequeath my old black woollen greatcoat and anything that might remain in the pockets. Note that this is the coat kept in the closet at the top of the stair, not the muddy one kept in the garage.” Lawyer Redmond set her stack of papers down and asked if there were any questions.
“What about the building downtown on 10th Street?” Marie asked.
“Per your grandfather’s instructions, that building has been liquidated. The proceeds then used to pay all outstanding debts or liens on his other properties and possessions.” Elizabeth looked everyone in the eye to solicit further inquiries, but no one spoke up.
Dad stood and left quickly; so he would not have to interact with Mom. Eileen tried to hide her disappointment. She followed Dad out the door. Mom went and stood behind Ms Redmond, possessively placing her hand on the lawyer’s shoulder. Marie smiled at Mom and again at me then, took her leave.
Elizabeth looked up at my mother and asked if she could have a moment with me alone. Mom nodded her head and followed Marie into the passageway.
“I hope you aren’t disappointed, TN.” She addressed me.
“Not at all,” I replied, “I know that coat. It belonged to my great grandfather. He left it to his son, my grandpa. I know that it meant a lot to him. I’m honoured that he chose to leave it to me.”
“I’ve got the topcoat here for you. I didn’t find anything in the pockets, though.” She handed me a long garment bag. I took the proffered bag, nodded to Ms Redmond, and mumbled my thanks. I got in my car and drove home.
That evening, I remembered what Mom’s wife had said about the pockets. I decided to go through them. Opening the bag, I removed the Melton wool garment and checked the flap pockets. A bit of lint was all I found. I checked the breast pocket and found a small roll of dollar bills from the ’60s. I looked for inside pockets and found a large ‘poachers pocket’ jetted into the back, above the lower hem. True to its name, it was big enough to stash a pheasant. There was no bird there, but I found a few cards. The first one I pulled out was a 1955 Sandy Koufax Topps Rookie Card. I reached back in and found a 1960 Carl Yastrzemski picturing him with his Boston Red Sox cap.
I was beginning to think that Grandpa had left me a fortune. I found a Ty Cobb Cracker Jack Card from 1914, a ’48 Satchel Paige, there was a Stan Musial from the same year. There was a Roberto Clemente 1955, and the crème de la crème was a Mickey Mantle from 1952. I knew that the ’52 Mantle card was worth at least a half million. I was going to have to get the others appraised.
This week’s prompts were:
- spit out the sun
- play your horn, Leo
- baseball cards and overcoats