The Inheritance: Chapter 5 - Part II (Updated 11/14)
defenderp123:
i just read this story the whole way through and i love it, great characters
and amazing plots
please, please, please update soon
Glamily:
luv it!
CuriousSimmer:
The Inheritance
Chapter 3 - Part II
March 1964
All of Lady Thornycroft's friends gathered at her home for her funeral. Even Dante, who had been so busy earlier in the weekend, made the drive back for the funeral.
We listened as Father Bianchi practiced the funeral rites and prayed for the soul of Esther.
After everyone else had filed away to the dining room for lunch, I stayed behind to pay my respects to Esther. After all, we had been friends for so long. She had been kind to me, had loved me like a daughter and Josephine like a granddaughter.
I was praying at the side of the coffin when I heard voices from the hall...
It was Grant, first, and then Capricia Volante.
"No, Signora Volante, I know you were hoping but now it just seems wrong."
"But, my Lord," Capricia said in her lusty Italian way, "I know your mother was against it, but this is a very good opportunity for you. For both of us."
"What about your husband?" asked Grant.
"Never mind my husband. What he doesn't know can't hurt him. And it can't hurt us, either."
"I'm sorry, Capricia. I'm very flattered, very tempted, but no."
And with that, I heard a set of footsteps set off across the hall, followed by the reluctant click of Capricia's heels.
The luncheon was lovely. We all sat and ate Lady Thornycroft's favorite dishes and shared stories about our experiences with her. It was a joyous occasion despite the sadness that enveloped us.
As I walked home from the funeral, I found that one of the houses that had long been abandoned had a car in the driveway and a few people unloading it. As I walked by, the man gave me a friendly wave and I stopped for a chat.
As it turned out, the man was Signor Esposito, and he had owned the house for some time, returning only now after spending many years with his sick wife in another town. She had died and so he and his family moved back.
A figure in military fatigues was at the trunk of the car, fiddling with boxes. "Is that your son?" I asked, gesturing towards the car.
"Oh, no," said Esposito. "My daughter. Gia, come over here."
We were introduced and talked for a few moments more before I left them to their packing, and deciding that I should bring a casserole over later in the week.
One thing was clear. There was something strange about a family where a daughter wore military fatigues, but I detected nothing sinister. I bid them good day and returned home.
defenderp123:
oh quick update thank you and please post more soon (really enjoying, waits impatiently to see what hppens next)
eefje00704:
Great updates!
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