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THE THIRTEENTH
The buzzing of my phone wakes me and I grab it up quickly, trying not to disturb Taylor, who is still fast asleep. The caller ID shows it is my mother, which is strange as she never rings this early in the morning.
"Hey, Mum," I say in greeting.
"Morning, honey. Sorry if I woke you."
"No, that's all right. How are you?"
"All good, sweetheart. Your dad and I had a call from Nonna's solicitor yesterday, and he asked if we can come in as soon as possible to discuss the contents of her will."
"Oh, okay. I can ask to get some more time off. I don't think my boss will mind." In fact, I am sure I have plenty of holiday still available, so it shouldn't be an issue with Eddy, though I do need to give him a call to explain why I am not at work.
"Could you make Friday? It will be at the guy's office in Brighton."
"Yeah, that's fine."
"Excellent. I'll text you the time once I have it confirmed."
"That's cool, Mum."
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