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Linda cried the loudest at the funeral. Called herself “Mom’s favorite.” All while keeping the STOLEN ring in her pocket.
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But something about that look Grandma gave me stopped me.
Forty-eight hours after her time of death, the doorbell rang.
Courier. Signature required. Here I realized it was Grandma’s PLAN.
She tore it open in the living room with all of us watching.
Inside was a velvet pouch.
And a letter.