Instead of orderly rows of rose bushes, there was a massive pile of dark earth. Right in the center of my flowers!
Oh, come on! Not again! Who else could it be but the old pest?”
I knew who it was. My neighbor, Mr. Sloan.
The one drawback to my idyllic existence out there. The man who used his retirement years to make my life miserable.
“I will tell him everything this time. This is my job, for heaven’s sake.”
I stepped fiercely across the stones at the edge of my yard before stopping. Two unknown cars were parked in front of Mr. Sloan’s former house.
“What happened here?” I asked Mrs. Pearson, the woman from the next block.
“Linda and Harold passed away last night.” They claim it’s a heart attack.
All of my rage suddenly drained out, as if someone had poured it directly into the soil, right upon my smashed flowers.
“Miss M.?”
I turned around. A man in a suit moved closer and extended his hand.
“James H. Mr. Sloan’s lawyer. After the funeral, we’ll be reading his last will. You’re required to be present.”
“Me? Are you sure?”
“That’s his wish. You’ll find out everything after the farewell.”
I returned my gaze to the pile of dirt, noticing the d3ad rose bush peeping out from beneath.
I felt a cold run through my body…
Sloan, what have you cooked up this time?
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