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blinked. “Meaning…”
“Meaning he inherits nothing.”
The room went very quiet. Not empty quiet. Loaded quiet.
Grandpa whispered, “Elizabeth called it the Judas clause.”
Margaret gave him a look. “I advised against that name.”
“She liked it.”
“I know she did.”
For the first time since I had found Grandpa in that freezing room, something like dark humor moved continue reading …
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