Since Phillip left him the outfit, Bobby Fremond's tune about his death has changed. He now has a picture of Phillip on his desk adorned with flowers. Everyday he comes in (in full costume) stands at his desk and lets out a warrior cry in Phillip's honor. Sweet.
I've kept secret of my windfall, since letting it out might leave repercussions. Bad ones. After checking with Legal that the check in indeed legit and has no strings attached, the check is sitting in my bedside table. So far only a few people in Legal, myself and my kids know anything about it. After talking about it with the kids, I'm going to cash it Friday during lunch. It's going in their college fund, it's the right thing. Otherwise it would feel…icky.
Here I am, talking about the right thing to do between attempts of poisoning Alan with ex-lax in creative ways. I'm laying off it for now, since any at all attainments to piss me off are considered results of grief. As much as an evil moron he is, at least he loves his kids. He's a terrible father, but he loves his kids.