Surprisingly, things went well for the first few hours. Leslie calmed down, and we dealt fairly with Mom's belongings. We decided to give her clothes to a charity box at Leslie's work. Seems she had a lot more clothes than we had realized. We even found some of Dad's she had kept.
The kitchen turned a little tense. At first, Leslie didn't want a single item. Erick continued not wanting anything even for his own children. Mary chose a few pieces that meant something to her. When I asked for some of Mom's baking pans, Leslie threw a fit.
“Do you have to take them all?" Her tone was quite snippy.
I looked her over. “I believe you were the first one to say that you didn't need any as you had enough of your own."
“And you don't?"
I then laughed. “That's your response? Whatever. Take the
