During her drive downtown Allison thought up all sorts of fanciful scenarios. The law firm needed her to prepare a case about a wanted scam artist. They wanted to know if she was harboring Ulyana the foreign spy. They would ask if she would be a character witness in a fierce immigration battle.
No, all wrong. Ulyana was dead.
It explained so much, yet it took awhile to sink in. When it did she started to cry. How could she have been so selfish and mistaken? Her concern shifted from her commissioned bra and the savings it represented to the little old lady.
Apparently, the document she had signed before leaving was Ulyana's last will and testament. With no living relatives in this country, Ulyana had donated over half of her savings to cancer research. The tidy sum that was left belonged to Allison.
She interrupted Debra's stream of legalese. "Wait, wait. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" It was a sum so vast she had trouble grasping the significance. "Does she ever say why?"
"Normally the why only matters in cases where foul play could be involved, but you're above suspicion. Ulyana was discharged from St. Mary's hospital three weeks prior. She refused the final round of treatment. Her cancer was terminal and she opted to die in the comfort of her own home. But she also left this." Debra reached under her desk and produced a brown paper package wrapped in twine. "There's a note on this for you. Perhaps it'll explain things. Again, I'm so sorry."
Allison accepted the bundle. It was soft. She knew what was inside. And she cried harder.
Typos Shmypos, the meaning reads loud and clear and that's the important thing. /I'm/ just glad you're putting this much effort into it at all; as much as I love silly sex stories it's nice to see someone go beyond that into genuine emotion. (Not that that's a vote against silly sex, in case you're wondering. ^_~)
No, all wrong. Ulyana was dead.
It explained so much, yet it took awhile to sink in. When it did she started to cry. How could she have been so selfish and mistaken? Her concern shifted from her commissioned bra and the savings it represented to the little old lady.
Apparently, the document she had signed before leaving was Ulyana's last will and testament. With no living relatives in this country, Ulyana had donated over half of her savings to cancer research. The tidy sum that was left belonged to Allison.
She interrupted Debra's stream of legalese. "Wait, wait. Four hundred and fifty thousand dollars?" It was a sum so vast she had trouble grasping the significance. "Does she ever say why?"
"Normally the why only matters in cases where foul play could be involved, but you're above suspicion. Ulyana was discharged from St. Mary's hospital three weeks prior. She refused the final round of treatment. Her cancer was terminal and she opted to die in the comfort of her own home. But she also left this." Debra reached under her desk and produced a brown paper package wrapped in twine. "There's a note on this for you. Perhaps it'll explain things. Again, I'm so sorry."
Allison accepted the bundle. It was soft. She knew what was inside. And she cried harder.