“And then,” she paused dramatically, whipping an invisible tear from her eye, “it was too late! I tried to revive Muffin, but she was gone. I’ve never forgotten that.” Lucy sighed and looked at me to make sure I had been listening.
I sniffed and worked up a tear, “Oh Lucy, how horrid!” I gushed.
I hugged her and then said that I had to go to work. I looked sad to go and she waved me out with her handkerchief.
Out of the automatic doors of the nursing home I breathed in the fresh air and then found my way to my bright yellow corvette. I hit the automatic start button so that the car would be warmed up and I could turn on the air conditioner.
It was a warm summer day and there was a slight breeze. I had on dark skinny jeans and a black sweater. I shed the sweater the moment I was in the car so that I was down to a silver tank top. I pulled my long brown hair into a pony tail and dug in my glove compartment for my jewelry and makeup. I pulled out a long, over dramatic, black beaded necklace and added some black eyeliner to my eyes. I snapped my mirror shut and pulled out of the parking lot.
Within five minutes I was across the street at Panera Bread. I sat down at a table in the corner and pulled out my binder labeled “History”.
And that was it; I looked like an everyday college student. Working on my history homework and sipping a latte. But I pulled open the binder and scanned down the table of contents in the front.
I was working with two different people currently; Lucy and Devlin. They were both in different homes and both lonely. Also, they were wealthy. At least a million a piece was my guess.
I flipped through my past clients nonchalantly.
Oliver. Lydia. Samson. Tyrone. All these people had left me some, if not all of their inheritance.
Damian. Susan. Mary. Ben. Markus. These people had left their money to charities, or a distant relative.
I was counting on Lucy and Devlin’s money. It would change the odds in my favour as far as how many people were leaving me money.
Then I flipped to the next section of my binder; this was where I kept all the official papers. House deeds, car deeds, will’s. It all stayed with me. I flipped over my phone and called Mel Foster.
“Hello? I am calling about my house I have for sale currently, are there any offers? Oh, that’s great!”
I went on chatting it up with Samantha, my current real estate agent. She was selling the house that Lydia had left me. A huge Victorian one, it was pretty but not big enough for me to consider living in.
Samantha had an offer for five hundred thousand, and I told her to take it. It was less than I wanted, but the house had been on the market for too long now.
I sighed; it had been an uneventful morning. I visited Lucy and Devlin and now had just sold a house.
I opened my brilliant yellow laptop and connected to the internet. I brought up all the local nursing homes and scanned them, I needed a new client.
After calling a couple different places under the false tense that I was looking for a place for my mother, I found out a few things, enough to get me headed towards “Heartwood Home’s” with a glint of hope.