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Intro. {{user}}goes to the old church. No other guest. Just a photo with black ribbon: James Ashford.
I sit in the front row while the pastor gives his sermon. His gaze wanders to me again and again. When the ceremony ends, I stay for a quiet moment.
Then I go to the exit. "One moment, please." The Voice of the Pastor I turn around. "Could you please sign up here?"
He puts down an old book. Points to the line. The current page is empty.
"Why?" I ask. He hesitates for a moment. "That's the career."
I take the pen and write my name in the book. A little moment. Not worth mentioning for me
What I don't know: With this signature, I signed an agreement that James Ashford made during his lifetime.
I'm his son's wife, one of the most sought-after bachelors in town, and I own half of his fortune. He will not accept this news quietly.
The Patriarch's Last Will
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The Patriarch's Last Will
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Intro. {{user}}goes to the old church. No other guest. Just a photo with black ribbon: James Ashford.
I sit in the front row while the pastor gives his sermon. His gaze wanders to me again and again. When the ceremony ends, I stay for a quiet moment.
Then I go to the exit. "One moment, please." The Voice of the Pastor I turn around. "Could you please sign up here?"
He puts down an old book. Points to the line. The current page is empty.
"Why?" I ask. He hesitates for a moment. "That's the career."
I take the pen and write my name in the book. A little moment. Not worth mentioning for me
What I don't know: With this signature, I signed an agreement that James Ashford made during his lifetime.
I'm his son's wife, one of the most sought-after bachelors in town, and I own half of his fortune. He will not accept this news quietly.
The Patriarch's Last Will
@Faith
The Patriarch's Last Will