V.C. Andrews - Hudson 02 by Lightning Strikes

Author:Lightning Strikes
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-01-17T00:59:27+00:00

Epilogue

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No one bothered much with me before or

during the funeral and its aftermath. Brody was the only one who really spoke to me, asking me questions about England and telling me about-his school year and his achievements in sports. He was still a good prospect for a football scholarship. Alison avoided me constantly, which was just fine with me. She looked annoyed about having to attend her own

grandmother's funeral. Most of the time, she stayed in her room, sulking.

It was really Jake who kept me informed about the time and place for everything. I rode to the funeral in the Rolls with my great-uncle and my great-aunt.

Everyone else was in a hired limousine. Great-uncle Richard really didn't know all the details of the will yet and was simply anxious to get back to his precious England and his own work. Great-aunt Leonora played the deeply saddened sister, but she would brighten like a spotlight whenever some old friend approached her and she had an opportunity to describe and brag about her wonderful life in England. Very quickly, it all turned into more of a social event and I retreated to my own room to wait for the eventual out-come.

Grant paid me one final visit before the reading of the will. He came to my room, the maid's room, the day before to make one more attempt at what he called "a reasonable solution."

For any other man, I thought, this would be a very embarrassing and difficult meeting. After all, he was face to face with his wife's illegitimate daughter.

However, he handled it as if he were just the opposing party's attorney, keeping it formal, correct.

"I thought if we could have one sensible conversation, we could avoid anything unpleasant for all concerned," he began.

"It's too late," I said uncharitably. "I have had nothing but unpleasantness here."

"Which is my point. Why continue that? I could," he continued, "convince Victoria to agree to be more generous with the compromise. How does half a million dollars sound?"

"Disgusting," I said. I turned on him.

"Whatever makes you think my relationship with my grandmother could have some price tag put on it?

What right do you have to assume things about me?

What do you know about my dreams, my sense of responsibility and love toward this woman who has given me so much? I'm not some sort of blemish you heave makeup over and forget."

He stared at me. Despite his purpose, he looked like he appreciated me.

"I'm just trying to make things right."

"For whom?"

"Everyone," he insisted.

"Grandmother Hudson," I replied, "has already done that."

He nodded, saw he could get no further,

shrugged and left me.

Grandmother Hudson's attorney, Roger Sanger, a man in his late fifties, called me to personally tell me he would be conducting the reading of the will the next day. I told him about Victoria's objections and how she might be taking it all to court.

"I know all about it," he said. "I spent a lot of time with Mrs. Hudson, and Victoria knows I was a witness to the will.

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