CHAPTER 17
The struggle didn't end with Mother's passing.
On rereading her will, it suddenly occurred to me that my siblings and others were mentioned in it, but there wasn't a word about me. Not even a comment or a reference to my turnaround efforts. God knows, a gift didn't interested me. But … bloody hell, some sort of recognition would have been nice. But nothing!
The thought, banal as it might have been, left me no peace.
The next day, I happened to have some business connected with the probate with Georg Schwartz, and I mentioned this to him.
"I'm not surprised,” he commented. “Seeing as your mother is not your mother.”
“You what!” I blurted out, shocked. "What are you saying?"
He was equally taken aback. "Oh, dear … You didn't know. Oh, damnation, I'm so sorry, Tom … that you
