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Ruth T. Covert
Wed Jan 21, 2004 at 02:07:59 pm EST
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The call
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You know how these things are. You keep trying to recall something, the name of a singer, of a place and it escapes your grasp..and when you are not trying any more, it pops into your mind.

I have been regretting burning the lawyer's letter the whole day. It had been an impulsive thing to do. But that is one of my flaws. I am impulsive.

I could be a millionaire by now, you know? Or at least have gotten enough money to increase my wardrobe- lovely as it is, it is two years old.

The fact that my parents confirmed I didn't have a great auntie called Drusilla Lemas was little consolation.. It wasn't my fault if some old lady made a mistake in her deathbed and wanted to consider me her lost niece, really.

Was I being callous?

I went to sleep last night thinking about the damn business. I kept having nightmares about the letter (I blame the Thai chicken I had for dinner). In the dreams, a child kept chanting its content till I begged for him to stop. And can you believe it? Next morning the address was neon clear in my mind.

I responded immediately to the lawyer’s letter. I am not very good at writing business letters. You get lost with all the ‘yours’, ‘dears’, and ‘god bless yous’. That must be why one of her employees phoned to get the facts right.

He was called, incredibly, Visionary. What kind of name is that anyway?. We agreed I would meet Ms. Waltz tomorrow evening at 7 o'clock. She will read the will then and answer any questions I could have (god knows him seemed incapable of that).

That settled, I decided to call Alexandra. She is my best friend -my beautiful, body-like-a model best friend, remember her?. Guys usually do-. She is a romantic at heart, and will love the story. Or that I thought..

I have a bad feeling about this business. Don't go to the meeting, Ruthie.

I believe I have forgotten to mention that my name is Ruth. Ruth T. Covert. Doesn't it sound great?

Something smells funny in this legacy

Apart from beautiful and smart, she insists she has feelings. Admittedly, they have surprised even a miscreant like me a couple of time. But once or twice being right doesn’t make her a witch in my book.

And anyway, my mind is all set. Hey, I know it sounds a bit crazy, but after so much upheaval lately in my life (remember the Scum? The job that sucks? no having friends?), I deserve a break. I only mention her the two first.

Don't let me started on that. You broke out with him because he didn't pass the Cosmopolitan test about "finding Mr. Right"!. Look Ruthie, you really have to stop believing that magazine is the bible of relationships

She sighs now

And all jobs suck, it is in their definition

I don't want to talk about that. I have more important issues in my mind. Like what to wear for a meeting with a lawyer.

Alex is always perfectly dressed and I try to follow suit. We both are just crazy about clothes. We attack the matter lavishly and one hour later we’ve decided an outfit that shouts "I am a millionaire" and "I don't give a damn I am not a millionaire" at the same time.

That settled, we hung up. That night I dream about the same child again. He is playing outside a beautiful garden, a serious expression in his face. That face turns to me…

are you coming to live with me?

I wake up covered in sweat. I never have liked nightmares with unknown children that talk to me. Not that I have had one before. Damn spicy food.










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