Buckets of Blessings 7
Buckets Of Blessings
Chapter Seven
By
Retta Michaels
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Notes From Retta:
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Chapter 7:
When we entered the den, Mitch said, “You want everyone here? ”
“Not for a moment. Afterward, you can have them in if you want.”
“Ok”
Joan came in and said, “Lance, I'm going to sit next to him and then, we're going to discuss it and he'll know.”
Mitch looked at Joan and said, “What's wrong Sis?”
Joan looked pained and forgetting all sense of decorum, I sat on the coffee table directly in front of Mitch to look him directly in the eyes.
“Mitch, this is going to be as hard to tell you as it is for you to hear. It's to the point we've been torn on when to tell you, but we all agree you should know.”
“Ok, it's in regards to Wendy?”
“Yeah, so it's going to be hard because the situation we're in is getting tougher and tougher.
Each time we think we've got it handled, it comes back and rears it's ugly little head and now, it's calling in it's big brother.
Without communication with you, we're afraid someone else is going to tell you and that will be something which we're afraid will hurt you more than if we tell you ourselves.”
He looked at us and then lowered his head. “I think I know what you're going to say.”
“Well, Mitch, if you know, that's somewhat of a relief. Just the same, I think it's going to hurt you to know everyone knows and it's not something we really wanted.” I took a deep breath and said, “But, we love you and I believe she loved you too. I don't know where it went bad, but you told me you thought your marriage was dead and I'm now finding she thought it was there too.
What the problem is, I think, is I know you've stayed faithful to the marriage and she didn't.”
His face looked blank and for a brief moment, his face broke and I thought he was going to cry.
Then, he straightened up his back and said, “First of all, it's been thrown at me a time or two by her. I didn't want to believe her, but I also am not dumb and knew it was more than a rumor.
When little ladies are patting me on the arm in church and nodding sympathetically, I'm knowing more than she and I knew. So, how's it coming out?”
Joan hugged him and said, “Lance, just start off and tell him everything.”
“Well, first of all, Gregg knew.”
“Oh jeez....how's he taking it?”
“He hates his mother more because of what it's done to him and what he perceives it will do to you.”
“I'll have to have a talk with him and tell him I knew but I still loved her and hoped she's realize her mistake.”
“Then, what we now know is the guy that you fired yesterday was the first one.”
Mitch's shoulders slumped and said, “So, there's more than one?”
“Not at a time, but she went from one to another. The next one, however, was someone she got serious about. They've been an item for around three years and they've not kept it discrete.”
“What sort of indiscretions?”
“If I told you what I know, you'd be amazed at how many people could possibly know and what sort of character you've become in the community.
I'm going there because I want you to know and I want you to know the damages it could have caused you. If you want to sue the other person, I'd advise not, but it's character assassination on a larger scale than most.”
“Ok, so tell me what I'm facing and then we'll deal with it.”
“On Monday's, Wednesday's, and Friday's they had lunch at TJ's and then followed it up with afternoons spent at Motel 6. The man worked in the office out there and he's the son of the editor of the newspaper.”
Joan took an intake of breath and I continued.
“Mary Lou's got hard enough feelings for Wendy, that she didn't want to print any eulogy and obituary. I advised her against any defamation on her part. She's doing it reluctantly albeit she knows any retaliation is aimed at Wendy and not your family.”
He nodded and said, “Well, Wendy said he was well connected in the community. Now, I know.”
“Well, when I was on the phone with her, she told me you guys had inherited a hundred million. That figure to me seemed preposterous, but what I just discovered down the hill is Life and Casualty had a policy for twenty five million naming the boys and him as beneficiaries.”
Joan's hand went over her mouth and Mitch looked at me and said, “That's not going to fly...is it?”
“Well, I had a talk with the man down there and learned the double indemnity is kicking in too. He asked me a lot of questions. Adultery is illegal in this state and it's a class B felony, when it's prosecuted. What it means, is it's not a misdemeanor and it's punishable by prison time and not a slap on the wrist and /r a fine. What it also means is if someone does that on legal documents, like that policy, it could nullify it, or it could strike out the offending party which it will in this case.
Now, what that does do is it brings in the boys and they're going to get the money. I wanted you to know because they're going to get that much and unfortunately, you're not on it.”
“That's ok at least the boys will be taken care of.”
“Yeah, but it's got to hurt, and I want you to know you're the first person I thought of when I was told it.”
“That's ok, the love was gone and I knew it. All I had hoped was we could make it to Ty graduating. You know that, so I'd be a hypocrite if I should act otherwise. She had her life to lead and she was going on.”
“Yeah, but for her to do it in the manner she did, wasn't legal or morally upright. You, on the other hand, need to know in case any investigations come and they're surprised you're the husband.”
“You mean she listed him as the husband?”
“No, nothing that precarious. But she did list him as a secretary for the corporation.”
Mitch sneered and said, “So, where the hell was Ty's name listed upon this policy?”
“Well, fortunately, she did think of the kids better than Ty even imagined.”
“He knows too!”
“Yeah, it's came out and he's not surprised.”
“Ok, but everyone knows...?”
“Yeah, and they're all feeling like shit for how you must feel.”
“Oh, well, I just need to tell them I'm ok and that I had hopes for a future too.”
“Mitch, that wasn't how it was at the time she died, so what we need to do is leave it at the time of your losing her.
When any questions are asked, this is to be complete surprise and it's got to be made so you mourn her at the visitation and funeral. There are going to be people there whose tongues are going to wag and I want those fuckers, excuse my language, to think you're completely in the dark so they go back and sympathy falls upon you.
If anyone thinks otherwise, it looks bad all the way around and your business suffers because busy bodies then put malice where it shouldn't be.”
“Oh man, you're good.” he smiled.
“Yeah, but I do it for a reason. Fuck the one's who think you didn't love her and gain the support of the ones which knew.”
He nodded and I said, “Mitch, it's killing me to tell you this, but that's what we know so far.
I do need to take time later today and we have to go out to the office and contact your attorney and hers and find every stock, bond, cd, and account that could possibly be.
Now, here's where the hard part comes because I've got to tell you the truth.”
“What's that?”
“She could have had another will and it could have given the other man what was her's in the marriage. You might find you're in business with the other man.”
“Oh man, that can't be legal, can it?”
“I can say she might have tried it, and I can say she might have not gotten that far. But, I do know she had that life insurance policy and I don't rightly know.
Now, I'm going to say this and you need to listen and not hear what I'm saying. Ok?”
He nodded and I turned to Joan and said, “Joan, this goes for you too.”
She said, “This has to be serious.”
“Well, you know the man I'm about to bring up and Mitch might, or might not, but I'm going to tell you what I know and then we'll have everything out there. Ok?”
Mitch said, “Ok” and his head lowered again.
Joan put her hand upon mine which was on Mitch's knee and said, “Ok”
“You might be familiar with our Coroner. Well, he's a friend of mine and he's doing me some favors. If he likes you, he'll do things for you and if he doesn't, you're not going to get a thing from him. But, I'm in good standing and Joan, he's a member of your fan club...as am I.”
She smiled and said, “Ben's a nice guy.”
“Yeah, and here's what he's doing behind the scenes.
I called him and had him on speaker phone in the truck with Ty present and we discussed this whole mess. He's contacting every department in the state which handles death certificates and he's putting a freeze upon any being given out in this situation.
He's given legal advice and he knows there's a sub-clause in the state's capital crimes law under capital murder whichsays if someone who is profiting from someone's death because they're not a rightful heir, they're in violation of that law. It doesn't matter if it's person, or corporation.
But Joan, you've got to know that's why you go in and sue to be made a lien holder on a person's estate. You know if you're not there, and if you make any claims to the estate, you could be found guilty of that law.
Now, he doesn't know the law and he's not a lien holder on anything you had or she had up until her passing. So, for him to stake claim as heir, he has to make himself known and stake his claim at the reading of the Will.
When that time comes, if he's not there, his attempting to claim any moneys is going to put him in violation of the law and he'll be arrested by the Coroner.”
Mitch asked, “Is that legal?”
“It's rare, but in our state, the Coroner is an elected official with powers as much as the Sheriff. It's a formality they work hand in hand, but when a private investigation gets made by him on the Sheriff's department, it's binding.
However, if he makes an investigation on his own, the findings are as powerful as the Sheriff and his arrests are prosecuted thusly.”
Joan smiled and said, “I didn't know that!”
“Yeah, he's the check in the balance scales of the system. He's paid very little money, but he's the one man in the county who could go and arrest the Sheriff.”
Mitch looked up and said, “So this man is going to investigate?”
“Well, do you want blunt terms or polite with what he said.”
Joan smiled and said, “Do be polite because I know Ben. He'd tell you to go fuck yourself and say exactly that.”
“Yup, you know him!”
She chuckled and said, “Yeah, and he was ushered out of the emergency room one night when he pronounced someone dead and the doctor dared to question him. That doctor got talked to in terms that I really found amusing.”
“Yeah, Ben doesn't cut it when he gets going, but what he said in polite terms is he's not going to question anything in regards to Wendy's death and wants her buried as soon as we can discretely. He said after that, he's going against the other man and not holding any punches when he's doing his job.
He's going to tell the man to dare take money and be arrested and prosecuted and if the guy's stupid enough to do it, he'll follow through.
He does want to speak with everyone, but Mitch, I'll tell you now he's standing by his results listed on that death certificate and finds any insinuation anything other is putting his credibility in question.
He didn't say it in as polite terms, but he's pulling cannons out of his arsenal to go hunting for a “waskelly wittle wabbit.”
Joan smiled and Mitch looked at me still with fear in his eyes. I know the topic of an investigation was fearful to him and I wanted him to know the focus.
“Mitch, he's going after the other guy and he's aiming at the hole. When that guy pokes his head out, I think old Mary Lou down there at the paper will be found as accessory. So, just know his questions of you are to get the other guy.”
Mitch breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Ok, tell him if he needs my help, I'll speak with him but I'd rather the boys not be asked anything intrusive about their mother.”
“I'll tell him and lay that as groundwork. He's not going to do anything until after the funeral for just cause he doesn't want anything to point at Wendy and get an exhumation. If it's done before, it could be embarrassing to her.”
Joan looked at us and said, “Why'd it be embarrassing?”
Mitch looked frightened and I said, “Joan, you know as well as I do, we're planning on having a funeral.
Right after the funeral, we're going to cremate her. For an autopsy, you know it takes time and for a complete lab and toxicology, you know it takes time.
The investigation could run on and on and on and it'd be Summer time before we'd have a funeral. That's ridiculous, so he wants the family to have their time and give focus where it needs to be.”
She nodded and said, “I understand, It could get messy like that and for the family, it's an ordeal.”
“Yeah because for all those months, suspicions lay with the wagging tongues and not in clearing the uninjured parties. That's what I told the man down the hill and he knows you guys will sue the shit out of his company if anything other than what we've discussed happens.”
“What do you mean?”
“The boys get their checks cut and the guy gets a polite letter to go fuck himself and face their legal department.”
“Oh!” Mitch smiled.
“Yeah, the man was pretty interested in how I know all the ins and outs of the laws, but he now knows I'm just a mortician who's interested in getting repeat business from the family and that's all he needs to know.”
Joan smiled, “You had to be talking like a used car salesman.”
“Well, if you want to know how thin of ice I was on, you'd be amazed because I was doing an Olympic performance and hearing the crackle behind me as I skated onward.”
Mitch laughed and said, “I imagine, but I'm sure the guy believed every word you said.”
“Let's say if he was a fish, he'd be a trophy on my wall.”
Mitch laughed and said, “Do you fish?”