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“Okay dad, what is this?” Scott asked, looking over his father’s latest acquisition.
“It’s your grandad’s oldest car,” Michael said.
“What is it?” Scott asked.
“It’s a 1921 Hudson Phaeton,” Michael said. “It’s a classic.”
“I figured that,” Scott said with an amused smile. “What are you going to do with it?”
“I haven’t decided yet,” Michael said. “Your grandad left it to me in his will. Your damn uncle has been fighting me over it for the last two years. The judge finally told him to go fuck himself, in proper legalese of course, and I got it. As well as everything else left to me.”
Scott sighed. The animosity between Michael and his brother-in-law, Scott’s Uncle Nick, had been ongoing since the day Scott’s Aunt Sandra brought him home to meet her family nearly twenty five years earlier. “What did Uncle Nick have to say about that?”
“Nothing, though your aunt was begging me to give it all to her anyway,” Michael said. “I told her no, that she’d made her choice and had to live with it. She called me selfish and walked off with that asshole. I just signed the paperwork. The sheriff and several deputies went out yesterday and collected the physical stuff while all the bank accounts and other financial assets were remanded to me this morning.”
“Grandad will be happy,” Scott said.
“Yeah, he will,” Michael said, smiling softly. “You think he’ll come visit tonight?”
“It’s his birthday, isn’t it? He usually pops by to make sure we’re still celebrating it,” Scott said.
“Your mom should be by soon too. Our anniversary is in two weeks. What do you think I should do for that?” Michael asked.
“I don’t know. It’s hard to judge anymore with her,” Scott said. “She’s gotten so picky over the last five years.”
“That car crash really rattled her brains,” Michael said.
“It’s too bad she didn’t survive it. I think she’d have been amused by Uncle Nick’s stupidity,” Scott said.
Michael looked at him. “Do you realize how crazy we sound right now? Talking about your grandad and Elaine like they’re still alive?”
“Yeah, well, it’s your fault you know,” Scott said.
“How is it my fault?” Michael asked.
“You’re the one who inherited grandma’s ability to see and talk to the dead. You passed it along to me. Now we’re stuck with the ghosts of our family hanging around to keep us company for the rest of our lives,” Scott said.
“How are you going to explain that to your wife and kids?” Michael asked with a grin.
“How did you explain it to mom?” Scott countered, grinning back.
“I used that trick I taught you to make my mom visible to her so she could meet her,” Michael said, laughing.
“Then I guess I’ll do that with mom and my potential wife,” Scott said. “If she doesn’t run screaming I’ll know I’ve picked the right one.” Father and son laughed and went back to polishing the beautiful old car.