LITMIR.BIZ

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those two things you were doing okay. She said there were more important things in life than fancy houses and cars and stuff and I guess she was right. Still, there were times when I wished I had some of the things other kids at school had.

      Most of all, though, I wished that my mom didn’t have to work long shifts at Pete’s Diner. She worked six days a week but Pete didn’t pay her any overtime. He said he could always get someone else to work the extra hours at regular pay if she didn’t like it. I guess that was true, but it’s hard to see your mom tired all the time and looking a lot older than her thirty-four years.

      When she got home that evening everything was still going along the way it always did. She brought Styrofoam bowls with chili and thick slices of whole wheat bread and we sat at the table to eat. It was wobbling a little, like it always did, because the floor wasn’t even and one leg didn’t quite touch.

      Mom asked me about my day at school and I asked her about work. She didn’t eat much of her supper, which was pretty normal too. She always said that after looking at food all day her appetite was gone.

      Our television hadn’t been working since about a month before, when it had just died in the middle of Corner Gas. Mom thought it was the picture tube and she figured it would cost more to fix it than the set was worth. We’d started a TV fund, but I wasn’t expecting we’d get another one anytime soon. We had a cookie jar, the old-fashioned kind, and we’d put spare money into it when we were saving up for something special. Somehow, other things always came up and we had to borrow from the jar. Well, we called it borrowing, but the jar never seemed to get paid back.

      I didn’t care much about the TV. Most evenings I did my homework and read for a while, or Mom and I sat around and played rummy and crib and just talked. That night was no different.

      We’d gotten out the crib board and cut the deck to see who’d have the first crib hand. Low card always wins that, and I’d cut a three to Mom’s seven, so it was my turn to deal. I was just shuffling the cards when I remembered the envelope for Mom.

      “Oh, I almost forgot,” I said. “There’s a letter for you.” I jumped up and fetched it from the top of the fridge, hoping it wasn’t anything that would upset Mom. Then she might not feel like playing cards. I passed it to her and sat back down, waiting.

      She looked at the return address for a minute and her face got puzzled and a bit worried.

      “This is from a lawyer’s office,” she said slowly, sliding her fingernail under the flap and tearing it open. “What could it be about?”

      It was the kind of question that isn’t looking for an answer so I stayed quiet, feeling almost angry at whoever had sent the letter. We sure didn’t need any bad news.

      Mom’s mouth was moving then, the way it does when she reads something to herself. Sometimes I’d try to read her lips but this time I just sat there crossing my fingers. I’ve never found that this helps, but I still did it just in case.

      “My great-aunt Sarah passed away,” Mom announced when she was partway through the letter. Her shoulders kind of sagged with relief and I thought maybe crossing my fingers had finally worked. Not that I thought someone dying was good news or anything, but it was better than an overdue notice we couldn’t pay. And I couldn’t remember ever hearing of this aunt before, so it was pretty hard to feel sad.

      “Sarah?” I asked, curious because that’s also my name. “Am I named after her?”

      “Yes and no,” Mom said distractedly. I hate it when she says that, like it’s supposed to tell me something. I said nothing, though, because she was reading again and the expression on her face was changing. “Wait,” she said, “that’s not all.” Pink spots appeared in her cheeks and she looked shocked.

      “I can’t believe it,” she said.

      CHAPTER TWO

      “What is it?” I asked anxiously. Mom looked dazed, which made her face hard to read. I couldn’t tell if the news in the rest of the letter was good or bad.

      “Wait,” she said in a hushed voice. She was reading the letter again, as if she wasn’t sure she’d really understood what it said. When she finished going through it for the second time her fingers loosened and it fluttered to the table. Her hands were trembling.

      “Oh, Sarah!” she whispered. I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or referring to her great-aunt. Either way I was getting a bit impatient to know what it was all about. Then Mom took a deep breath and looked across the table at me. It seemed as if she was having a hard time focusing her eyes, the way she stared almost without seeing me.

      “My aunt,” she began in a faltering voice, “has left us everything. Everything.”

      “You mean money?” The first thought that came to me was that Mom wouldn’t have to work all those long shifts anymore. Then, I had a vision of us being rich and me being able to have all kinds of things we could never afford now. I felt a twinge of guilt for thinking so quickly about what I was going to get out of it.

      “It sounds as if there’s some money,” Mom answered, “though I don’t know how much. But the big thing is her estate. She’s left us her home and all its contents. And her pets.”

      “Her pets?”

      “Apparently there’s a variety, though it doesn’t say exactly what. Probably a cat and dog or something. One of the conditions of the will is that we take care of them.”

      “How will we get them here?” “We won’t. That’s the other condition.” Mom seemed to be working things out in her head and took a minute to continue. “In order to inherit the property, we have to live in the house at least until you complete your education. After that we’re free to sell it if we want to.”

      I thought that was kind of weird, then realized there was a lot more at stake than this aunt’s oddities. “Where is it?” I asked quickly.

      “A small city in New Brunswick called Miramichi.”

      “Never heard of it,” I said, as if I could wish the place away like that. “Anyway, I don’t want to live in New Brunswick. I like Ontario.”

      Mom looked cross then and told me I was being selfish. I could feel a lecture coming and I was right. She told me that this was a chance for us to have a house and for her not to have to kill herself working just to keep us going and there I was complaining at the idea of moving. Still, we’d lived in Ontario my whole life and the thought of going somewhere else made my stomach feel kind of sick.

      “But all my friends are here,” I said sullenly. “I don’t want to move.”

      “I see,” Mom said. Her lips had gone into a thin line, which always means she’s really angry. “So, you want me to write to this lawyer and tell her we don’t want the house?”

      “I didn’t mean that,” I said, though I could see how it sounded as if that was exactly what I’d meant. “But I don’t understand why we can’t find a way around that part. If she left the place to us we should be allowed to do what we want with it.”

      “As I’ve already told you, there are two conditions to the inheritance. One is that we live there, the other is that we take care of Sarah’s pets. If we aren’t prepared to do that, the house is to be sold and the money from the sale will be used to provide for the pets. When none of them are living, the remaining funds will go to a charity.”

      “That’s stupid. It sounds like she cares more about her dumb animals than she does about us. Why’d she bother leaving us anything if that’s how she felt?”

      “Well, Sarah, I imagine she loved her pets. Perhaps they were her only companions. But she obviously cared about us, too, or she wouldn’t have left us her house. Do you think we were ever going to have a home of our own on the money I make as a waitress?”

      “I guess not.” It was starting to sink in. We were going to be moving,

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