Kathe and I sat there, trying to figure out what we could do, knowing full well that we had to do something. Lucas was an alcoholic, a man who gambled away all his money, and when he won a little, he "reinvested" it in his bets and lost the few cents he won. Most importantly, he was Uncle Clark's golden boy."Wait... Uncle Clark wasn't at the funeral," I said, remembering how strange that had seemed to me."Really? That's too weird."We checked the will over and over until we were absolutely certain it was my dad's signature. I'd seen it a thousand times; it couldn't be anything else. But that was too strange. My dad hadn't spoken to Uncle Clark in ages.I leaned back in my chair, trying to figure out what to do in this situation, until Kathe spoke."Wait... If it's your father's will, they should have called you in for a reading, but they didn't.""Right," I said, refreshing my email. "There's nothing here, no summons or anything.""Okay... Then let's think rationally. You know your
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