Chapter 20 - THE WATCH
Dad’s watch remained with the estate administrator until the Christmas-package dispute ended.
It was legally left to me in a personal-property memorandum.
My brother had not stolen it.
He had wrapped it for me.
That complicated my anger.
When I finally received it, I did not wear it.
Too heavy emotionally.
Romy found the box.
“Grandpa?”
“Yes.”
“His watch?”
“Yes.”
“Can I touch?”
“Sure.”
She held it with both hands.
“Old.”
“Very.”
“Cheap?”
I smiled.
“No.”
“Uncle likes expensive.”
“Yes.”
“Grandpa horse cheap?”
“In money? Maybe not worth much compared with some toys.”
She frowned.
“Best horse.”
“Exactly.”
Value.
Price.
Not the same.
But I also refused to turn Dad into a saint who hated money.
He ran a business.
Charged clients.
Negotiated hard.
Wanted profit.
Made a horse slowly because love sometimes makes terrible economic decisions.
That was allowed.
I eventually wore his watch to a board meeting.
My brother noticed.
May you like
Said nothing.
Good.
