SAN FRANCISCO
“He’s on his way Molly, that’s all
I’m going to tell you.”
She sighed, running a lick of hair
back over her ear and turned so that her cell phone didn’t pick up the wind. She
was on the seafront; the breeze was very vivid and clear. It was a beautiful
day. “Come on David, please.”
David Eden paused. Molly pictured him
there at her father’s house, wondering briefly if he still kept his crisp black
uniform on now that his employer was dead.
“He has been found in London,” he
said. “He made contact with Stephen Miles, the attorney we contracted. Miles
informed him of the inheritance and the current situation with the estate. He
also put him in touch with me here.”
Molly let her little finger play with
her lip. “You’ve spoken to him?”
“Yes. Early this morning. He called
from the airport in the UK.”
“And?”
“He seemed very nice; what do you
want me to say? He seemed well spoken and friendly. Not the stereotype
Englishman; just… nice.”
“Is he coming here?”
“Yes he is. He’ll be arriving after
six tonight.”
She didn’t say anything in reply.
“Molly? Are you alright?”
“Yeah David. I’m okay.” Her voice
felt so low and sluggish. “I’m sorry about the way I’ve been acting. It’s
just... I don’t know David. I feel...”
“I know Molly.”
“Everyone thinks I’m selfish; and I
am really. I am. But not in the way they think.”
“I know.”
Two women roller skated by with a dog
between them on a leash.
“Are you going to meet him at the
airport?” she asked.
“Yes. He’ll be very tired after his
journey. It’s an eleven hour trip. I expect he’ll rest up this evening.
Tomorrow is the house sale.”
“The what?”
“Your father specified in his will
that he wanted to sell all his things; his collections, so that they could go
to people who really wanted them. By coincidence that’s tomorrow.”
“What time?”
Eden’s voice became stern. “I don’t
think you should come here Molly. You should do what I told you and forget all
about it. There’s nothing positive that can come of your actions.”
“What time?” she asked again.
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