weren’t at the will reading before the funeral. I wanted to
contact you sooner, but the family insisted that I wait until
after everything was settled.”
“I- I see.” Of course they didn’t want Dallas there. It
would have been awkward. Horrible. Painful. Maybe. Maybe
it wouldn’t have been painful. Everyone had likely moved on.
They probably just didn’t want to see her ass and were pissed
that their grandfather, father, uncle, brother, friend- whatever
Willford had been to each of them- had left her anything at all.
What exactly was a substantial amount of money? She
didn’t want to ask. That would be beyond rude.
Dallas leaned hard against the one building. The rough
stone cut into her back through her designer blazer. It was
black with bright flowers. Dallas loved it and had choked back
the four hundred dollars. She wasn’t one of those women who
loved clothes. She had a few staple pieces for work that she
wore until they fell apart. The rest of her wardrobe was just
comfy clothes and pajamas, yoga pants- stuff she could wear
at home.
When she thought about Willford Smyth, she thought
about his granddaughter, Quinn. She thought about Avery and
Jim Willford. They’d been like family
to her. More than
family. They’d loved her like a daughter. Quinn loved her
grandpa. They were so close. Dallas used to think of Willford
as a grandpa too.
“Are you still there?”
“Yes, sorry,” Dallas muttered. “I- how do I- deal with it?
Do you just send it to me? Is that why you’re calling? To get
my information?”