jonathon walked slowly up the stairs.
he walked through the library door.
grandmother martin was seated there, weeping.
what is the matter, jonathon asked .
the will - i am getting nothing.
surely there must be some mistake.
there is no mistake, she sobbed.
jonathon wondered, am i getting anything?
aloud he said, that is disgraceful.
oh, what will become of me!
jonathon struggled to find appropriate words.
what a sad rascal grandfather was!
sunlight filtered through the dusty window.
i say, look here, jonathon began -
faithful old jenny entered the room.
lawyer briggs is here, she announced.
show him in, by all means.
lawyer briggs had a sad face.
he always had a sad face.
he carried an old brown briefcase.
sunlight filtered through the dusty window.
time stood still for a moment.
lawyer briggs had a sad face.
good afternoon, madam, lawyer briggs said.
may i be seated, he added.
of course, sir, grandmother martin replied.
jonathon turned and addressed lawyer briggs.
let us hear the worst, sir.
lawyer briggs smiled and replied smoothly.
there is no need for dramatics.
alas, such things happen every day.
lawyer briggs adjusted his blue tie.
grandmother sat straight in her chair.
where is everybody, jonathon suddenly wondered.
this can not really be happening.
sunlight filtered through the dusty window..
later, grandmother retired to her room.
lawyer briggs departed with his briefcase.
jonathon poured himself a stiff drink.
i behaved rather well, he thought.
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