Living in the Past.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: November 23, 2017

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The familiar smell triggers a certain affection towards it. The unusual warmth of the September breeze paints over my skin creating a mask. The double wooden doors as high as one floor opens and a man appears. His bemused and disdained his face changes once he adjusts to the sunlight.

“Terrance! You’re here.”

“Yeah, nice to see you to James” The door opens further and as I walk in. I put my bag on the flower table and walk to the grand stairs. “Where is everyone?”

“They’re in the sunroom having lunch.” I stare up at the crystal-clear chandelier and think about all the lavish parties my grandfather used to tell me about from the 20s. “Would you like me to tell them you’re here?”

“I’ll surprise them” I grin and look at James. His shortcut, white hair and his clean shaved face wrinkles up when he smiles back showing his perfect white teeth.

 

“Terrance! We’re glad you could make it”, my mother says with her fake smile proving once again that nothing but money and class can make her happy.

“You think I would have missed it?” I say questioning her response to my presence. She coughed slightly and whispered to me “Do you always have to make me look like an idiot?” I ignored her attempt to continue a pointless conversation.

“So everyone, how are you guys doing?”

“Good.”

“Fine.”

“Splendid.”

As more answers flow in they go up the ladder of quality of education. All of my cousins attended different schools in different parts of the world with a different quality of education. There was Aunt Jane and Uncle Peter who practically lived off the Trust fund that my grandparents supplied so they didn’t pay for any private schools for their kids. Then there was Aunt Lauren who is divorced but is one of the leading doctors in the world for heart surgery and sent her kids to private school in Switzerland. Then there is Uncle Christopher who became a lawyer and worked in Chicago and sent his kids to a boarding school in London. Finally, my parents Cecelia and Jonathan Richardson who took over my grandfather’s construction company making him one of the richest men in the world.

“Where’s Maddox?”

“She’s fashionably late as usual I suppose, if she even decided to come.” My mother says with a scorned face.

“Now wouldn’t you want that mother?” My sister says lavishly leaning against the marble arched doorway.

“Maddox.” I sigh with relief.

“Terrance. So nice to see you.” As I walk closer to her and hug her I say “Thank god you came, Otherwise I would probably be lying next to grandma by the end.”

“Well I’m here now and I came just for you.” I mime a thank you to her with my lips.

“So mum, are you sure that diet working out for you.”

“Maddox!” her antagonized face worries me as Maddox responds with a cheerful smile.

 

We all stand in line as the coffin is brought down. I don’t understand why any of my grandmother’s friends aren’t here. She definitely loved them more than her family, half of which she was always giving money. As tears start to creep up in my eyes I close them and think of her. Her carelessness when she smoked and how she filled her house with life from her parties just like grandfather did. I remember the last party I was at, she said “Terrance why aren’t you dancing? Ask one of those lovely women over there.” She pointed to a group of 4 women the same age as me. “Go! Live a little! Your grandfather always said live every day as if it were your last. Go!” She forced me on to everyone who was somewhat interesting. My eyes flutter open again and the coffin is outside.

 

The sad music playing from the speakers is the last thing she would have wanted. She loved Jazz and whenever she played it, she would either have a live band play it or from a gramophone. She loved living in the past.

DING DONG. Everyone turns to the door.

“Can I help you?”

“Yes, I am here to read the will of… Daisy Richardson.” You can tell from his pause to look at the name that he does this often, maybe too much.

“Come in, Come in.” My mother scrambles to the front door to greet the man holding what she thinks is the most valuable thing in her whole life, The future of Daisy Richardson’s fortune. “My name is Cecelia Richardson I am her Daughter-in-law.”

“Nice to meet you my name is Jack Rubert.”

“Come this way.” She leads him right to us and as if we were dogs and he was a treat, they all stand up. They are all practically money hungry pigs. As everyone says hello and my mother gives him a place to sit he opens his briefcase.

Everyone looks at the briefcase like it is a god.

“Got it.” In a blue folder with Daisy’s name on it, he takes out a single piece of paper. I recognize it from her personal stationery. The Paper a little thicker and beige.

“I guess this will be a short reading.” He giggles a little and looks up at us just see our stern faces. He clears his throat and begins to read:

“I Daisy Richardson leave all that I owned as well as my money to the only person who deserves it, my dearly beloved grandson Terrance Richardson. Signed Daisy Richardson and her two lawyers.” They all look at me. My mother gathering up anger by every millisecond. Maddox who is sitting next to me squeezes my arm and kisses my head as she stands up and walks over to Jack to collect the will. “Thank you Jack.” He gives her the will and she skims over it to make sure it’s real. “I must go.” He says.

“Of course!” Maddox forces the paper in my hand and leads him to the door thanking him once again. My mother stormed off while everyone else congratulates me on the inheritance. They all swiftly depart from the house leaving me and Maddox alone.

“Do you want some?”

“Some of what?”

“The money, the properties, the boats, the-“

“Terrance, Grandma gave you that money because she loves you. It’s a piece of her you can remember and treasure.” She gets up and walks to her room. Leaving me with a paper more powerful than anything else I have ever held in my life.

 

 

 

 

 



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