Go By The Lawyer’s Office
I’m fixing to go by the lawyer’s office.
He’s going to read my Aunt Fanny’s will today.
She had promised me for years that she was going to leave me 13 acres of land she owned, which was right by the highway and beside the river.
I planned to put a little river park on the property where folks could launch their boat and do some fishing, or just go out in the river and get in the water with some kind of flotation devise and soak up sun.
I figured it wouldn’t take much money to put in a couple of boat ramps, and build a little office where I could take in money from people who wanted access to the river.
Shoot, I might even put in a hot dog and hamburger stand. People get real hungry when they’re out frolicking in water. That could be a money making thing too.
Aunt Fanny had passed away at the nursing home a few months ago. For the last two years I had faithfully visited her every week. As she became more feeble I noticed a marked increase in the number of other relatives visiting her.
The word had gotten around real fast after Doctor Philmore announced she was not long for this world, and when I had gone for my last visit I was surprised at the crowd of people.
There were cousins that I never remembered, nieces and nephews from places I had never heard of, and a lady named Lacy who claimed to have been old friends with Aunt Fanny a long time ago.
I ignored them all and knew I didn’t have anything to worry about because Aunt Fanny’s attorney was there and he winked at me through the crowd and high-fived me on his way out.
Not many of those people showed up for the funeral and surprisingly none of them showed up at the lawyer’s office for the reading of the will. In fact, there was nobody there except he and I.
He got right to the point and told me Aunt Fanny had a 1959 Plymouth Fury in mint condition in her garage, and that she had left the car to me.
He went on to inform me that he was about to abandon practicing the law and was fixing to open himself an amusement park on the river.