CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and THIRTY-NINE
William’s thumb moved over the engraving as if he were caressing soft skin.
“It’s on the rings, too,” Bernie said.
When William looked up, tears were streaming down his face. Bernie nodded.
“We may have more of your possessions. It will take some time,” Bernie said. “But I wanted to get this to you as soon as we knew they was yours.”
William had opened the watch again.
“Your great-great-grandfather made that watch,” Bernie said. “He signed it inside the instrumentation. We had it cleaned and a new timing coil put in so that it will work. I thought you should have it, especially during this challenging time.”
William gave Bernie a nod. Bernie grinned at the son of his old lawyer.
Bernie stood up from his seat and left the room. He nodded to the young woman at the front and left the office. He was in the elevator when his cellphone rang.
“Thank you,” William croaked. “My father is crying his eyes out. Right now. These are his parents’ rings.”
“Yes,” Bernie said. “They are.”
“Your granddaughter is Sandy Delgado?” William asked.
“Seth’s child with Andy Mendy,” Bernie said.
“I was going to say that she looks so much like Andy,” William said. “I looked her up. Your granddaughter. What a beautiful person.”
“She’s amazing,” Bernie said. “This effort of hers could use some help.”
“Donations?” William asked.
“Assistance distributing the items, determining their authenticity,” Bernie said. “And, between you and me, more than a few of your father’s friends are acting like jackasses. One of his friends is suing her for not giving him his item long before he or she knew it even exited! Is that how we deal with people now? No patience, no trust — just bring in the lawyers to harass someone who’s done you a favor.”
“I’ll take care of it,” William said. “You can’t imagine what this means to us. Thank you.”
“And it’s our pleasure,” Bernie said.
“Let me know if you need anything else,” William said. “Anything at all. As it is, you’ll take possession of the buildings by five tonight.”
“Thank you,” Bernie said, but William had gone.
Grinning at himself, Bernie left the building. He found Maresol where he’s left her.
“How did it go?” Maresol asked, standing.
“Much screaming,” Bernie said.
“Yes, I saw that,” Maresol said, as she tucked her hand into his arm. “How do you think he keeps his face so still while he spews such hate?”
“No idea,” Bernie said.
“I think he’s the devil,” Maresol said. “A demon at the very least.”
“Could be,” Bernie said. “We did just give him a very, very bad day.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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