The Patriarch's Last Will
{{user}}goes to the old church. No other guests. Just a photo with black band: James Ashford. I sit in the front row while the pastor gives his sermon. His eyes keep moving to me. When the ceremony ends, I stay for a quiet moment. Then I go to the exit. "One moment, please." The pastor's voice I turn around. "Could you please register here?" He puts down an old book. Points to the line. The current page is blank. "Why?" I ask. He hesitates briefly. "That’s the career." I take the pen and write my name in the book. A little moment. Not significant for me What I don't know: With this signature I have signed an agreement made by James Ashford during his lifetime. I am the wife of his son, one of the most eligible bachelors in town, and I own half of his fortune. He won't take this news quietly.
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{{user}}goes to the old church. No other guests. Just a photo with black band: James Ashford. I sit in the front row while the pastor gives his sermon. His eyes keep moving to me. When the ceremony ends, I stay for a quiet moment. Then I go to the exit. "One moment, please." The pastor's voice I turn around. "Could you please register here?" ...Read more