Chapter Thirteen
“C’mon. Give! What did she want?”
Julie was very excited and she peered
at Pat over her large, sticky, sugary jam donut. Bliss.
“I told you, she just wanted to get
the paperwork signed,” Pat lied.
Julie frowned, “Yes, but why did she
need to meet you in a pub? I mean, she didn’t need to do that. She was only the
Executor and the solicitors do all that stuff don’t they?” A large blob of red
jam escaped and they both watched it, in slow motion, falling onto Julie’s
white T-shirt.
“Shit!”
Pat was relieved that Julie’s focus
had changed to throwing off the T-shirt and rubbing soap onto the spot (having
carefully first retrieved the jam blob and eaten it). Perhaps she would now
forget Sophie Challerton?
Or not.
“I mean,” she continued, “what did
she say about the fact that you were not actually married to him? I mean what
happens now to the Will? I bet the Chancellor will be getting it all!”
Pat kept quiet. The Exchequer would
not be getting anything from Patrick’s estate. Not if Sophie Challerton had
anything to do with it.
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