Mirella
A few days later . . .
I got home with Lua from college and flopped onto the couch.
“Mi, I'm thinking about dropping out of college.”
“What? Why?”
“I dunno, I don’t feel like leaving the community, and I can't stand those unbearable professors anymore.”
“Yeah, I can’t stand them either, but I’m afraid of dropping out and ending up with nothing afterward.”
“Seriously, you have a fortune to receive. When are you going to make up your mind about it?”
“Yesterday, the judge's secretary called to schedule a meeting for the reading of the will.”
“A will? But he didn't die that old, and he already had a will?”
“I thought it was odd too... but apparently, this will already existed.”
“When's it happening?”
“This afternoon...”
“Are you going?”
“Yeah... will you come with me?”
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