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Paul drove us home after spending another night in the waiting room. Harry was starting to complain about the awkward chairs he's had to sleep in. And the looks some of the employees were starting to give us, was making think we'd over stayed our welcome.
Paul's car was still in the hospital parking lot. I was too afraid to ask how much he'd paid for those overpriced parking tickets in the last four days...
The morning we left had been like the final nail in the coffin. Not literally, we could never afford that.
It took about twenty minutes to confirm the admittance of my mothers' body to the local morgue.
It was physically painful for me to sign the papers.
"Kelly?" My head snapped up. We had stopped.
"Oh." I glanced behind me at the house and cringed. "Thanks Paul." I smiled opening my door. Harry was already waiting for me at the front door.
I stepped out reluctantly. I still wasn't sure how I intended on dealing with all the grief...
"Kelly, wait." I sat back down in my seat gratefully. Paul reached across my lap to close the door.
"Yes?" I tried to make voice even the slightest bit interested. Nothing seemed to interest me anymore.
"You know my door's always going to be open, right?" He glanced behind me to where I knew Harry would be waiting impatiently. "To both of you?" I looked down, but nodded.
I reached for the door handle again, but he grabbed my hand.
"You don't have to do this on your own." I pulled my hand away, opening the door and getting out.
I closed the door, taking a deep breath before crouching down so I could speak through the open window.
"I know. I'll call you." He sighed.
"Fine." He sped away, and I wondered if I really would call him.
"Kelly," Harry whined. "Hurry up!" I smiled, reaching into my pocket for the key and tossing it to him.
He opened the door eagerly, running inside.
I paused in the doorway. It was still weird knowing that she wouldn't be waiting for us. She never would be.
I could hear the shower running, so I took the time I had alone to go into her room.
I'd have to pack up her stuff eventually.
I opened the door slowly, mentally preparing myself for what ever kind of pain would hit me.
But it wasn't so bad. I had a lot of trouble remembering mom here. It had already been a day...
I closed the door behind me and gazed around the relatively clean room.
Packing her dresser wouldn't be so bad. Just clothes, we could give those to charity. I'd have to ask Harry about everything else though...
I sighed, dragging my feet to the bed. I didn't want to touch it.
I bit my lip and reached for the corner of the sheet.
I took a deep breath and pulled, hoping all the bedding would fall to the floor.
Instead, pills went flying everywhere.
I stood, shocked for a moment, before kneeling on the floor.
I started picking them up. There must have been at least two bottles worth of pills in here. Hidden between the sheets.
I shook my head at the pile of pills I had gathered. God, she was diabolical.
I left the pile on the floor and went to remove the sheets.
I shoved them in her empty hamper quickly.
I pursed my lips at the bare bed. It felt weird, knowing that the person who had slept there just a week before, was now...
"Kelly?" I looked up; Harry was standing in the doorway. "Need help?" I shrugged.
"Sure Harry. Um, want to get me some boxes from the attic?" He nodded.
I started pulling drawers out of her dresser, barely glancing at the contents before putting them on the floor.
"Here you go." I smiled at Harry as he walked in. He was carrying what looked like six boxes. That should be enough...
"Hey Kells..." I had just started emptying her night table. Harry was taping up the fourth box and marking it for charity.
"Yeah?"
"Remember how ma and dad used to always say that they couldn't live without each other?"
I froze. I didn't actually. That must have been years ago.
I looked at Harry. He seemed to concentrating very hard on taping up that box.
"Yeah. Why?" He smiled, shrugging.
"I don't know, I guess I just find it weird how we never took them seriously." I sighed.
"Yeah, well. At least they're happy." He nodded quickly.
"Yeah." We lapsed into silence. Neither of us spoke for the next hour or so as we finished cleaning out mom's room.
"Hey Kells, do you think ma had a will?" I frowned, surprised at Harry's question. Where had that come from?
We were carrying the boxes out to the family car. After dad died, it was technically mine, but I could never bring myself to drive it. I had my license, but what if I forgot something important while on the road? I was a danger that I did not want to inflict on the unsuspecting public.
Besides, Harry would be able to drive soon enough...
"I don't know. I didn't see one... Did you?" He shook his head.
I unlocked the car, shoving the two boxes I was carrying into the back seat. I was still thinking about Harry's question. Dad had had a will, all his things had gone to mom, and she was supposed to decide who would get what.
But now that she was gone, what would happen?
"Kells?" Harry's voice was low. I turned to face him, suddenly weary.
"What is it?" He gestured behind me. I turned slowly. There was a man in a suit walking towards us. He was holding a black, official looking brief case. He was smiling, but he looked nervous. He seemed so out of place. What would someone like him be doing in La Push?
"Hello, is there anything I can do for you?" I couldn't keep the confusion out of my voice.
He seemed to relax a little as I spoke. My eyes narrowed.
"Hello, my name is Ken Jenks." I stared at him blankly. He looked at me like the name was supposed to ring a bell.
"Kells, that's dad's lawyer," Harry whispered in my ear. My eyes narrowed further at Harry's words.
"Yes, hello Mr. Jenks. Is there anything we can do for you?" He cleared his throat, his grip tightened around his briefcase.
"Could we speak inside?" I shrugged, but closed the car door, locking it.
"Of course, come on Harry. After you, Mr. Jenks." He nodded, moving towards the still open front door.
When I walked in after Harry, Mr. Jenks was standing awkwardly in the hall way. He looked scared.
I frowned, turning the corner. I sighed.
"Paul, I didn't tell me my door was open to you." Paul smiled up at me from where he was sitting on the couch with Harry. He glanced behind me at Mr. Jenks.
"Ah, but it was." I opened my mouth to protest, but he beat me to it. "Who's this?" He glared at Mr. Jenks, who was still standing behind me.
I turned to Mr. Jenks. I smiled, or tried to.
"Mr. Jenks, please come in." He hesitated, but moved to sit in the armchair. "This is Paul. He's a, um..."
"A friend," Paul finished for me. I looked down.
"Right, a friend. Paul, this is Mr. Jenks, he was my dad's lawyer." My eyes tightened as I looked back at Mr. Jenks.
"Your mother's as well." I sighed, that shouldn't have surprised me.
"So? What's the deal? Why are you here?" I glared at Harry; Paul put a hand on his shoulder.
"Harry," I muttered. I was shocked at the scene in front of me. We looked like...a family. I shuddered. "I'm sorry Mr. Jenks." He shook his head, but his lips were pursed.
"That's quite alright. I'm actually here concerning your mother. I received a phone call from the Forks hospital. They informed me of your mother's death. I'm very sorry."
"Thanks," I mumbled. He didn't sound sorry at all. Paul squeezed my hand.
"I have her will with me, and I've come to make sure that everything is going just as she wanted it to." Harry perked up immediately at the mention of a will.
"What does it say exactly?" He cleared his throat.
"The contents of her joint bank account with her late husband are to go to you, Kelly. As well as the car, house and jewelry. Harry is to receive the contents of her personal bank account, the house in Malibu and any other valuables found in her possession." No one spoke for a moment as his words sunk in.
Harry spoke up first.
"How much is that? Just the money." Mr. Jenks sighed at my brother. But I didn't say anything, I was kind of curious too.
"You, Harry, are to receive about six thousand dollars, and whatever the value of the house is. That is not disclosed in the will." Harry nodded, and I could see the wheels turning in his head as he processed how much money that was.
"And Kelly?" Mr. Jenks glared at Paul, I did too. How was this any of his business?
"The joint bank account, which has not been touched since your father's death, currently holds twenty-five thousand dollars." I froze. Twenty-five thousand?
Harry let out a low whistle.
"Dang Kells."
"Is that all?" My voice cracked. That was a lot of money...
He nodded, rising from his chair.
"If you have any questions, you know how to reach me." I nodded, too dazed to realize I had no idea who this man was before Harry told me.
"I'll walk you to the door," Harry offered, seeing my expression.
"Kelly, breathe." I did what Paul told me to, taking a deep breath. Twenty-five thousand dollars.
She had that much money and let us barely scrape by in the last month?
"Paul, is there any way you could give Harry and I some privacy? We need to talk about this..." Paul nodded, getting up. He left, after taking one last worried glance at me.
I waited until I was sure Paul was far away enough that he couldn't hear us.
"Harry," I hissed. He frowned.
"What now?"
"Go pack up your stuff."
"What?" I sighed. From the second Jenks had told me how much mom had left me, I was thinking. I couldn't live here. Sitting on this couch was making me nervous.
And now that I had all this money, I knew exactly what I was going to do with it.
"You know how mom left you house in Malibu?" His face lit up when I said that.
"Yeah...?" I sighed.
"We're going on a little vacation." He grinned, already running out of the room.
"Woo hoo!"
I picked up the phone beside me, calling the operator and then the airport.
"I need two tickets to Malibu, the earlier, the better."
"Would you like return tickets as well?" I paused, staring out the window to where I knew Paul would be, waiting.
"No," I whispered. "I don't think we'll need those."
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