Day 73

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.