He shuffled through some papers before pulling out a document.
“Here it is,” he continued, pointing to a specific clause. It read:
“To my granddaughter Emma, for reasons known only to me, I leave the sum of one dollar.”
He looked up at Emma, but it wasn’t a pleasant sight. Her jaw was clenched tighter than a vault door, and her hand started shaking so badly.
The color drained from her skin, leaving her ashen. She stood abruptly, the chair clattering behind her.
“What the hell?” she spat, her voice shaking. “I didn’t expect Martha to stoop so low!”
Without another word, she stormed out of the office, leaving behind a trail of unanswered questions and a heavy silence.
As I watched her disappear down the street, a strange sense of peace settled over me. Grandma, in her own way, had seen through Emma’s act.
The one dollar was a reminder of the consequences of her actions, a final goodbye delivered in a typical Martha way.
I turned back to the lawyer, a small smile playing on my lips. “So, I guess that settles that, doesn’t it?”
Do you think my grandmother did the right thing?
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