Scribbles #48: Finally, the Restoration

She was no longer the cliche`, the 'foreigner', the one who held out hope even when the hope was all but lost, she was no longer the butt of the joke.  She was possibly the 'half-wit', chaste lunatic, alone and going mad before all of that came to an eventful end.  She was getting hers finally as she called it a victory but she had to notice the surreal irony.

And she laughed to herself as she climbed the stairs truly hoping to finally distinquish love from hate, making peace with the enemy and putting to rest the unrest, and resigning herself to feeling guilty for wasting the time there in the first place.  She was in a real hurry to put all of the past behind her since this was now very empowering in feeling that she might have her say in the unvarnished truth and she might be regarded as credible since she had lost all that valuable passage in the way of imputable truth.

The pigeons were atop the awning and they did not stop their cooing as she made her way to the door. She had a very good feeling that certain people would understand finally as the pigeons flew off the awning when she opened the heavy glass door.  She paused to catch a glimpse of herself in the large mirror that hung above the two Louis XVI replica chairs in the lobby.  She smiled once again as she smoothed the tapered vest and licked her lips since she was almost at the office door and she took a deeper breath as she entered the room. 

There he was sitting with his lawyer and she was feeling quite ill when he gestured an obscenity which only she witnessed.  "He is a pig." She thought but she did not acknowledge that she had even noticed his childish attempt to intimidate her.  She smiled and spoke to Mr. Tanner. 

"I got here as soon as I could.  Traffic was crawling it seemed coming off of the bridge,"  she sat down while she kept eye contact upon the most objective, central person in the room, Mr. Tanner.  He nodded and answered, "I am sorry for the short notice but this is what both of you have been waiting for. And today, my research and final report was done.  So, I am here to let you know what all of the documentation and findings state in the legal criteria.

She felt her face becoming warmer and her heart was beating so fast.  She was finally going to receive some kind of news and something to help her in all of the closure and the torment.  He was across from her left side a few feet away and she heard him muttering something under his breath to his lawyer.  She made it a point to look in his direction and she watched him squirming in his seat and wipe his brow with a very expensive handkerchief.  He then caught her looking and he shot her a look back that made it clear to her that he loathed her and her very presence near him. 

She then stiffly turned back as Mr. Tanner began to read:

"I, Leo Perkins, being of sound mind and body, I leave to my son, Jared Kyle, my stamp collection that I doggedly worked to have it grow to include the 20, 12, and 1 cent series from the Rare Dog collection (animauex du Congo) which I waited for all of my lifetime to add it into the full stamp collection.  I give that to Jared since he never sought out anything in any effort upon his own merit. He was truly his mother's son and a very big disappointment unto me.

To Candice Opal, I leave the rest of my entire estate, my financial holdings, all of the 2012 Duke Energy Firms in Houston, Anchorage, Port Charles, Bangkok and Sri Lanka and also 1 total net worth holdings in the Swiss bank account which, with the interest compounded to date, is worth $2,012, 1 ..."

She could not keep her mind upon the rest of what was being read out since she was clearly overwhelmed and very emotional.  All of the years when she had been completely disowned by her mother and how her father had seemingly forgotten about her in all of his work and globetrotting, was something akin to being very obscure at this time right now.  She was sitting here in the tower office overlooking the bay and her mind still could not embrace that she was truly the sole heir to Perkins Inc.  She did not mind at all when Jared started his obnoxious screaming as she watched the security guards forcibly remove him out of the office.  She did not mind thinking of how silly it was that her father named the Oil Rig Corporation after his coon hound, Duke.  She did not even mind when the sun left abruptly and sheets of rain started falling as the rain was blowing sideways it seemed.  She walked out of the office of Mr. Tanner and began to cry tears of emancipated joy since she was now a very rich young woman after all of the prior years being so isolated and kept out from anything that might have resembled being hers. 

She considered her mother's paranoia and her father's weakness in enabling all of the bad behaviors to transpire there in how the family ties were so severed, so terribly damaged beyond repair. It was not the same as feeling genuine love and care from two parents who are now dead and gone... but the entire wealth handed to her certainly was a grand gesture to say the least, since her father had always been proud of her own accomplishments and business savvy.  The estate and all of his holdings was his way of asking her for forgiveness and she had already done so long ago.   

She had the cashier's check in her hand and she had signed it there with a huge degree of satisfaction and then she saw the pigeons scurrying to get under the awning and out of the rain while the huge door swung open and she walked down the steps in the pouring rain with justice being done finally... she thought.  And she was smiling at the thunder too.  The cab stopped at the curb and she felt her hair dripping wet but she kept smiling.  

"20121 Walden Drive, please, " She spoke as she sat down in the back seat of the cab. The driver nodded as he looked back at the pretty and wet young lady smiling like somebody who just won the lottery it seemed.  He smiled back and drove slowly in the torrential rain.  As she got out of the cab the rain had stopped and the sun was once again taking center stage in all of the sky.  She kept on smiling as she knew today was the day of judgement and the Gods were smiling with her too.


The End.

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Comments

  1. papabear

    this is a really well written story ,well I liked it

    October 16, 2009
  2. Perigo_Minas

    Interesting take on the challenge.

    October 16, 2009
  3. VictoriaWV

    Thanks so much. I so appreciate your comments. I enjoy reading yours too.

    I assumed most people were focusing upon the Mayan year of 2012 so I had to rack my brain to comeup with something about those numbers unrelated to the Mayans. I am damn quirky too! LOL! But I appreciate your talent… both of you.

    October 16, 2009
  4. uncle_charlie

    More than nice…..you write like your giving a gift……Charlie

    October 16, 2009
  5. VictoriaWV

    To me, that is what writing is about. I always believed that you ought to bring something from your deeper portion of the soul… you should allow people to know what is on the tables of your heart. I try to be patient and let my own heartstrings be tugged… and then I can only hope that another might feel the same… writing to me is a gift to me. It is a gift given so that I might be liberated from those ideas all congested so often and all of the thoughts tied up there… does this make sense?

    October 16, 2009
  6. stevehayes13

    I appreciate the way you avoided all the doomsday stuff. Clever take on the challenge; well written.

    October 16, 2009
  7. VictoriaWV

    Thanks dear friend. I am so pleased you like it.

    October 16, 2009
  8. Wheresmycoffee

    You are an amazing writer, dear lady. That was a terrific story!

    October 17, 2009
  9. greunie

    Very well done, interesting reading.

    October 17, 2009
  10. VictoriaWV

    Thanks so much! I appreciate your comments. I love the scribbles challenge, it is a good way to learn more by reading all of your blogs. You are so creative!!!

    October 17, 2009
  11. pastormike

    unusual and well written.. would have been a great Betty Davis movie..

    October 17, 2009
  12. VictoriaWV

    OMG! I love Betty Davis! Thank you Pastor! I appreciate the comment.

    October 17, 2009
  13. spiritualcoma

    It can be so difficult, at times, to answer a challenge like this in a manner other than the norm. But you succeeded with flying colors. Very descriptive and outstanding delivery. Well done, and keep up the great work!

    October 18, 2009
  14. VictoriaWV

    Thank you so much! I appreciate you saying that too.

    October 18, 2009
  15. Olla

    Justice…very well written. Yep, Betty Davis material for sure. I liked the way you described the fury of Jared and the saticfaction of Candice in the end.

    October 18, 2009
  16. VictoriaWV

    Thank you both for your comments. I appreciate that.

    October 20, 2009