girlfriend, the last one still alive
that i know
of, calls me up
to shoot the breeze.
she was in a long
string of floosies
he cheated on with
while married to my mother
who gave
him seven kids.
she wants to talk about my
father
and how much she loved him.
how she held
his hand and sang him
lullaby's
as he died.
she tells me
that he had promised to take
care of her
when he passed away.
what does that mean? i ask her.
he said that he would
leave some money for me,
and that gold
necklace that he used to wear.
really?
and his watches.
how much money?
a lot, she says, a lot.
i know he had at least a million
dollars saved.
i saw the statements in the top drawer
of his desk.
so i think i should get
at least half, after all i was the love
of his life.
sorry, i tell her.
i have the will in front of me,
and gee whiz,
you aren't mentioned in the will.
nope,
i don't see your name anywhere.
do you have a recording
of him saying that he promised
giving you money,
something written down
that he signed?
a witness?
my daughter
can testify once she gets out of jail.
hmmm.
i don't think so.
and as far as the jewelry
goes,
i think his maid already snatched
all of that.
how about i buy you lunch next
time i'm in town?
okay, she says.
and dinner too, okay?
and fill up my gas tank?
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