Portion

“Ms. Alexis Simpson has left a will clearly stating what she wanted to go to whom.”

This is ridiculous, I think, looking from the lawyer to my sister, but I say nothing. This is apparently what Mom wanted, even if it would have been much simpler to just leave it with me and Lexie. Or, better yet, me. I am the one that lived with her and took care of her up until the end after all. Lexie couldn’t be bothered as it was “too sad.” Yeah, no kidding it was sad, I had to stay there and watch our mother die while Lexie got to live her life.

“She has left all of her clothing, including the dresser they are kept in to her eldest daughter, Alexis Cromack.”

Okay, that makes sense. Let’s just say I inherited Dad’s “big bones” as Mom liked to say. Not that I will ever know, so I guess I’ll just have to believe her.

“The bookcase, along with all of the books will go to her youngest daughter, Elizabeth Simpson.” Again, that made sense. The only use Lexie would have for books would be to hold something up.

We continued to go through all of the things that mom owned; her knick knack collection, the jewelry she had accrued over the years, and other odds and ends. And I couldn’t help but think that we were each receiving a portion of her life; a portion of the things that made her who she was.

Finally, it came down to the big one. Mom left a quarter of her bank account (which had about ten thousand dollars saved up) to Lexie, and the rest to me. She also left the entire house and nearly ten acres of land to me, and me alone.

I look up at Lexie, who is trying very hard not to lose her temper. This just makes me angry, knowing that this meeting was just her recieving a bunch of free stuff. I hadn’t seen her cry once since I told her Mom had passed away, and not for years prior to that either. This house was the only one I had known my entire life, but she just saw it as a paycheck. Well, too bad for her because I am going to do everything I can to keep it.