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Timothy - 35. Chapter 35
Mornings are always great for me. I wake in someone’s arms. This morning I woke to the smell of coffee as well. For me, this was going to be a great morning.
Showering together is the kiss on a perfect start of the day. I think I’ll never get tired of these mornings. Dressed, I went to the kitchen to help. I knew Mom and Aunt Clara would be up, but I didn’t expect to see Randy up.
“You are up early, Randy.”
“There was a lot of noise in the shower this morning which woke me up.”
I knew he couldn’t hear anything, and he was becoming quite a tease. “You do know what happens comes around again. You need to be careful of the noise you make in the shower.” I moved my fist up and down. He blushed.
Stephen came into the kitchen, seeing Randy, “Randy, why are you blushing?”
That just made Randy’s face redder. I laughed. Mom and Clara looked at me as if to say, ‘are you alright?’
Breakfast was a continuation of dinner. We chatted through breakfast and two cups of coffee. Randy got ready to leave. Stephan walked him to his car at the plant’s parking lot. Before they left, I told Stephen to give Randy money for gas. Stephen drove our car back. He had a shopping trip to make. I stayed home and worked on Gramps case. I wasn’t aware of the time until I heard, “Tim, come and help.”
They were back.
Mom and Aunt Clara ended up staying with us for two weeks. Randy drove up on Friday night and returned home on Sunday morning.
“Tim, shouldn’t that lawyer have notified Ann Marie about the prenup?”
“Yes, it has been three weeks. I’ll follow up.”
Monday, I called from my office. Of course, he wasn’t in his office, and I had to leave a message. I was angry. “Please inform Mr. Morris that if Mrs. Struthers does not receive notification that the prenup isn’t valid within the next five days, I’ll institute a lawsuit for incompetence.”
That evening I told Stephen what I had done. “Tim, can you do that?”
“Yes, I have reciprocity with that state.”
“I suspect he has informed the heirs, and they are probably upset about this. I have a strange feeling that the heirs are involved in secreting their shares in a place where Ann Marie could not get her hands on them.”
“Why would he do that? Surely he knows that he would be obligated to notify Ann Marie. He was her husband’s lawyer.”
“I suspect that is why. I’m sure he has informed the heirs, and it wouldn’t surprise me that they are discussing how to limit Ann Marie’s impact on their inheritance.”
“So they might want to limit her what she can claim on her husband’s estate?”
“Yes, but thanks to you, I can copy all of the news surrounding her husband’s death. Name of those who have inherited, what they have inherited, and if they have sold any of it. That equipment you have installed in my office is a search machine the government would love to get their hands on.”
The smile I got from him was worth a million dollars. I don’t think Stephen fully realizes what he is capable of achieving. Johnny was a scoundrel, but his saving grace was bringing Stephen into my life.
“Stephen, have you looked at that circuit board I gave you?”
“Yes and no, I did check the surface, and nothing. I’ll dismantle it and check the components.”
Four days after I had called Mr. Morris, I called Dad. “Dad, has Ann Marie received any information from a lawyer? Yes, his name is Andrew Morris. Nothing, Mr. Morris is about ready to go to court.”
“Can you do that? You’re not licensed in that state.”
“Yes, I am. There is an agreement between several states that permit an attorney who has passed the bar in one of these states the right to practice law in those states. Fortunately, I can practice law in his state. I’ll keep you informed.”
Now I had my weekend work. Monday, I filed a petition in the municipal court where Mr. Morris lived. I was asking for compensation and penalties. If Mr. Morris is smart, he will call me and settle before going to court. I asked the judge to authorize a subpoena for his records pertaining to Mr. George M. Struthers.
Five days later, I received a phone call from Mr. Morris. He wanted to meet. I expected this call.
I called Dad and asked if I could use his office. I knew Stephen and he chatted often. I had no problem with that. Dad did one better. He arranged for me to use his lawyer’s office.
I brought Stephen up to date. He said he talked to Dad and told him I might need to use his office as it wasn’t suitable to use my office at the plant.
I phoned Morris's office and told him I would meet at my office the following Monday. This was seven days before our meeting with the judge.
With Stephen’s help, I outlined the information I would need. I wanted two copies, one I’d give to Mr. Morris and the other I would use in court.
“Tim, why are you spending your time trying to see that she gets her fair share? If she treated me like she does you, I would walk away.’
“If I don’t get her out of the house, Mom and Dad will have a nervous breakdown. I want her to feel remorse over the way she has treated Eva and me.”
“I think you are expecting too much. Watch. She will leave and not even say goodby.”
“You are probably right, but Mom, Dad, Aunt Clara, and Randy will say ‘thanks,” and that is enough.”
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