Today we return to hear Levi's side of the story.
Levi carried the popcorn tin under his arm as he climbed to the dock. His legal errand caused him to grind his teeth. Soon, the law would do its job and he’d be back in the home he remembered. Heaven knows Angelique never made a home for him. The two of them lived in her tiny apartment once they announced their engagement. Right after, he and Roy exchanged their final words, angry ones.
There were so many clues in the cramped apartment that things were not as they seemed. The takeout cartons littered across the counter and bare walls reflected her lack of domesticity or unwillingness to settle in on place. Of course, he didn’t see it at the time or refused to see it because of the sexual haze Angelique affected.
All through his training, he believed that Angelique would be waiting although her response to his calls was less than enthusiastic. No doubt, he’d interrupted her partying by calling hoping for some sign of support and love. Instead, he got the brush off. She’d mumbled a few words about it being a bad time and calling back later. Of course, she didn’t call back. Not that it would have mattered. He had his suspicions. Angelique showed enough smarts to show up at his graduation with an overly made-up girlfriend. For a little less than forty-eight hours, he paraded around the base with his gorgeous wife on his arm.
In retrospect, she was probably winking at other guys at the base when his back was turned. In her own way, she served him well teaching him that women merely used men. It was time to get another of his ex-wife’s ilk out of his house.
The remembered betrayal quickened his step as he strode to the car. It was time for Nurse Melody to hit the road with a little assistance from him. The car door swung shut with a little more vigor than he intended. No reason to take his frustration out on the car, besides, he needed the car to last a couple more years.
His foot rested heavy on the gas pedal, but he did get to the lawyer’s office on time. The solemn man met him at the door. His expression didn’t bode well.
“Well, Levi. I could have saved you a trip.” The man waved him into the office,
Levi struggled to recall his name. It was a Mac-something. He shook the older man’s proffered hand, “I hope you’re wrong, Mr, uh Mac,” he stalled on his name.
“Montgomery.” The man prompted and added a hearty pump to the handshake. “Take a seat, Levi.”
The austere office held an oak desk and a few wooden chairs and gunmetal gray filing cabinets. It didn’t look like Mr. Montgomery was a prosperous lawyer. Could be the will wasn’t as solid as he thought. “Can I examine the will?”
Mr. Montgomery worked his way back to his desk with slow steps. “Of course, you can. Figured as much.” He flipped a manila folder open. “I’d do the same myself.”
Levi stood to take the document. The first thing he noticed was Uncle Roy’s wavy signature at the bottom of the will. When did his Uncle become so frail? Guilt settled heavily on him thinking of his Uncle Roy dying without anyone beside him.
Levi carried the popcorn tin under his arm as he climbed to the dock. His legal errand caused him to grind his teeth. Soon, the law would do its job and he’d be back in the home he remembered. Heaven knows Angelique never made a home for him. The two of them lived in her tiny apartment once they announced their engagement. Right after, he and Roy exchanged their final words, angry ones.
There were so many clues in the cramped apartment that things were not as they seemed. The takeout cartons littered across the counter and bare walls reflected her lack of domesticity or unwillingness to settle in on place. Of course, he didn’t see it at the time or refused to see it because of the sexual haze Angelique affected.
All through his training, he believed that Angelique would be waiting although her response to his calls was less than enthusiastic. No doubt, he’d interrupted her partying by calling hoping for some sign of support and love. Instead, he got the brush off. She’d mumbled a few words about it being a bad time and calling back later. Of course, she didn’t call back. Not that it would have mattered. He had his suspicions. Angelique showed enough smarts to show up at his graduation with an overly made-up girlfriend. For a little less than forty-eight hours, he paraded around the base with his gorgeous wife on his arm.
In retrospect, she was probably winking at other guys at the base when his back was turned. In her own way, she served him well teaching him that women merely used men. It was time to get another of his ex-wife’s ilk out of his house.
The remembered betrayal quickened his step as he strode to the car. It was time for Nurse Melody to hit the road with a little assistance from him. The car door swung shut with a little more vigor than he intended. No reason to take his frustration out on the car, besides, he needed the car to last a couple more years.
His foot rested heavy on the gas pedal, but he did get to the lawyer’s office on time. The solemn man met him at the door. His expression didn’t bode well.
“Well, Levi. I could have saved you a trip.” The man waved him into the office,
Levi struggled to recall his name. It was a Mac-something. He shook the older man’s proffered hand, “I hope you’re wrong, Mr, uh Mac,” he stalled on his name.
“Montgomery.” The man prompted and added a hearty pump to the handshake. “Take a seat, Levi.”
The austere office held an oak desk and a few wooden chairs and gunmetal gray filing cabinets. It didn’t look like Mr. Montgomery was a prosperous lawyer. Could be the will wasn’t as solid as he thought. “Can I examine the will?”
Mr. Montgomery worked his way back to his desk with slow steps. “Of course, you can. Figured as much.” He flipped a manila folder open. “I’d do the same myself.”
Levi stood to take the document. The first thing he noticed was Uncle Roy’s wavy signature at the bottom of the will. When did his Uncle become so frail? Guilt settled heavily on him thinking of his Uncle Roy dying without anyone beside him.
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