You're Not Always Alone for the Holidays
(The 8th installment)
Thomas's view
I sat and read the will I found earlier today. I can hear my son Harris cooking dinner in the kitchen.
"Pop, dinner is almost done. "
"Hmmm, what's that? "
"Pop, I said that dinner is almost done. What are you doing? "
"I finally found Joe's will. "
"You did? Does it say who will be getting the farm? I thought that Joe didn't have any kids. "
"It says he left the farm for someone named Jack. He must be a friend that he knew. I'm just glad that I found the will. "
"Why's that pop? "
"I had that nightmare last night. We had to sell Joe's farm since the will hadn't been found. "
"So what was wrong with that? "
"The company that did the selling ran an ad in some newspapers. "
"And? Did anyone buy it? "
"Yes, but that company made the ad so as if the farm was in top notch shape. When the young blonde girl bought the farm. She was very angry. "
"Well I would be too, when I would see the rundown shape it is in. "
"Yes, but I don't think you would hit me with a hammer. "
"WHAT? She hit you with a hammer? "
"Yes, it was something out of one of those funny animes, where someone pulls a hammer out of nowhere and hits people with it. "
"Hahahahahaha, pop that is funny. "
"Yeah, I guess it is. Any way I hope that this Jack comes soon. That is if he hasn't died. "
Harris placed my plate in front of me, "What makes you think that he might be dead? I don't remember anyone named Jack that is from around here. "
"I can only think it might be an old war buddy that he wants to leave his farm to. "
"Somehow that name Jack sounds familiar. "
"It does? What do you mean by that? "
"I think it was some years ago. Wasn't there a city kid that got lost around here named Jack? "
"No, no. That kid's name was Mack. It has to be an old war buddy. Why would he leave a farm to a boy from a city? Maybe that kid's father is Jack. "
"I don't know pop. I still think it could be that boy from the city. "
"Well then if this Jack doesn't show up, ohhh let's say by the end of next year, we go head and sell the farm. "
"Ok, but not to any crazy blonde girls, who can pull hammers from thin air. "
I could see that my son likes my idea. When I retire from being mayor, he might make a good mayor himself.