“I don’t need anything mom,” she said as she polished off her breakfast. Flora glanced down at her pink sweater, blue jean shorts and the thin patent leather straps of her sandals. She was dressed conservatively for the will reading. She didn’t care, she loved them.
“I’ll wait in your father’s study for the lawyer.” Betty said.
“After the will, I’m leaving.” Flora said.
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Flora packed her suitcase and looked around her room one last time. Nothing had changed since the day she left. Her wallpapers were still intact and her music collections were just the way she left them. It’s like her parents knew she’d be back, her things had been kept waiting for her. Instead of feeling welcomed, the room felt oppressive just like her mother. She had to leave.
All she had to do was listen to the will and say goodbye. She wouldn’t be surprised if her father left everything to her mother and Angie. She wasn’t looking forward to the confrontations. She left her room and headed downstairs to her father’s office for the reading of the will.
She was welcomed by a greeting from her longtime friend at the entrance of the office.
“Good morning miss McAllister,” he said as she walked into the room. Paul Shaw, her father’s estate lawyer sat behind a huge mahogany desk, he looked up as she walked in. she stretched out her hand and greeted him before sitting down beside her mother.