She looked at the water.
“The Saturday before the wedding,” she said, “Mom and I drove up to Okoboji to check on the tent. Just the two of us. Dad stayed home.”Book Venues
I didn’t say anything.
“And we were sitting on the dock at the Inn, after,” she said. “Drinking wine. Looking at the lake. And Mom got kind of drunk. You know how she gets on two glasses.”
“I know.”
“And she started talking about Grandpa.” Brittany’s voice was very quiet. “About the will.”
The frog in the cattails stopped.
“She said Grandpa had a will,” Brittany said. “An old one. From 2015. After Grandma died. She said it left the eighty to us. To you and me. Fifty-fifty.”
I went very still.
“She said she found it in his desk drawer,” Brittany said. “Last summer. When he was on hospice. When he was on the morphine.” She swallowed. “And she said she and Dad took him to the lawyer in Creston in August. To make a new one.”
