It's just like. no one else is popping their pussy like me at this will reading. did you guys even care about her?

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It's just like. no one else is popping their pussy like me at this will reading. did you guys even care about her?

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A Slaying in Savannah (2008)
The USA Today bestselling Murder, She Wrote series continues as Jessica Fletcher attempts to solve a million dollar mystery... Jessica is surprised to learn that her old friend, Tillie Mortelaine, has bequeathed Jessica one million dollarsāas long as she solves a decades-old mystery. She must find out who murdered Tillieās fiancĆ©, Wanamaker Jones, whoād been shot to death during a New Yearās Eve party in Tillieās home. As instructed by Tillieās lawyer, Jessica arrives in Savannah and settles into Tillieās mansion. There she discovers that the spirit of Wanamaker Jones is still very much aliveāand that there are those in Savannah looking to cash in on both Tillieās demise and Jessicaās failure. Now, Jessica must uncover the ghosts of historyāand deal with a few pesky spirits in the presentāif she is to put the past to rest and solve a murder. Hopefully she won't wind end up getting put to rest herself...
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[2x15]
Reading of the will scene
Rosa sat in her car staring up at her grandparentās majestic old house. She hadnāt been here in years ā not since her parents packed her siblings and herself up, cutting their holiday short and whisking them home without a goodbye ā yet it still seemed as huge and mysterious as ever. She glanced at the passenger seat; her grandmotherās funeral service programme from last week sat there, and a letter from Mr Crowtherās law firm confirming the date, time and meeting place to read her grandmothers will.
With a sigh, she thought back to her childhood days spent here in the huge house with her brother and sister. She hadnāt seen them in a while now; they didnāt show up to the funeral and neither of them had got back to her to her when sheād contacted them to see if they would be here today. It was odd, almost as if they were avoiding something or someone. Her heart started pounding - she didnāt want to leave the familiarity of her car, she wanted to turn around and head home, to her cosy apartment, to what she knew. You can do this Rosa, she told herself, just breathe... as she got out of her car she noticed a vehicle coming up the driveway. A man a few years older than her, tall, with dark brown hair, opened his door and stepped out confidently. She vaguely remembered seeing him at the funeral, but he had made no effort to approach her then. Rosa wondered who he was and she grabbed her things from the seat and closed her car door. āHi there, so you must be Rosa?ā He looked her up and down, making her feel like she was being assessed. Alright...now you want to talk to me... āNice to meet you.ā Rosa smiled and shook his hand hesitantly. āMy nameās Mark. Iāve heard a lot about you, come in. Mr Crowther will be in the office already.ā He was here for the will reading? Perhaps he was a distant relative.
Nothing had changed. The house still smelled the same - like old books and dried flowers. The familiarity brought tears to her eyes; it didnāt feel the same without her grandparents here. āIsnāt it a stunner of a house?ā Mark asked as he saw her expression. āIāve been doing a lot of work on this beauty lately.ā Maybe heās an employee here, Rosa thought. That made more sense. But why would her grandmother leave him anything? āI started with the yards outside, getting the garden looking tidy, and Iāve just managed to start inside. Itās just not the same since your grandmother passed away. I do miss her.ā Mark was looking around with so much pride; and Rosa felt a stab of jealousy. This was her grandparentās house. Who was this man, to look around as if it was his place? Like clockwork inside Rosaās mind things started falling into place. Ā Mark. The gardener. This was the man her grandmother had constantly talked about. The man she kept wanting Rosa to meet! What a pity Rosa had always been deadset against the idea. Forever dubbing him in her mind as āThe Grubby Gardenerā, sheād conjured up images of a smelly country man with no teeth and holes in his clothes. Well, he certainly wasnāt that...quite the opposite, and he was definitely not grubby to look at. Rosa took a deep breath and pushed aside her thoughts and feelings. āYeah, itās looking great, exactly how I remember it. Itās so nice to be back here.ā She couldnāt wait to get away from him and turned quickly to go towards the kitchen. āWell, you really should head up to the office donāt you think? You can look around after. The lawyer will be waiting for us already.ā He motioned up the stairs where her grandfatherās office was. Rosa stopped. Did he just tell her what to do? āCome on, Iām just as curious as you are!ā He made his way up the stairs, leaving Rosa staring up at him. She didnāt know what it was, but there was just something about him that made her feel confused and uncomfortable.
Rosa wandered up the stairs and reached the first landing. Pausing, she stared out the large window overlooking the property; she remembered playing out there with her brother and sister when they were little. So many fun memories cut short by her parentās selfishness. Whatever happened all those years ago? The office door was ajar and she could hear Mark talking to the lawyer, Edward Crowther. āYes, Iāve done quite a bit of work to the place. Started with the outside, got it looking tidy and...ā She entered the office and Mark stopped talking, looking at her as if she had rudely interrupted him. Rosa felt her cheeks flush in annoyance. āRosa, lovely to see you again my dear.ā Mr. Crowther got up to greet her. Sheād always thought he was a strange looking fellow; very tall and lanky with such bright blue eyes for his old age. āTake a seat; letās have a look at what our dear Rosemary has to sayā. Ā He chuckled and eased himself into the seat behind the desk. āMr. Crowther, is it just us here, now, that are attending today? Nobody else?ā It just seemed so odd. āYes just yourselves. Help yourself to some tea, dear.ā āThank youā. Rosa poured herself a cup, sitting down opposite Mr. Crowther. Mark sat in the chair next to her, tapping his thumb impatiently on the arm of the leather seat. Rosaās fingers tightened on the cup handle and she took a sip. āHereās a copy of the documentation. ā He handed one to each of them. āHave a read and let me know if youāve got any questions.ā She took her copy of the will and scanned it quickly. She saw her name, halfway down the page. It certainly wasnāt what she was expecting:
I DEVISE, BEQUEATH AND GIVE MY ENTIRE ESTATE TO Rosemary Kathleen Bolton, āMy granddaughter, I have always been so grateful for your continuous correspondence, despite all that has happened. Please know that you are and always have been very dear to my heart.ā
AND
Mark Vernon Bradley āMy trusted and helpful friend. Please finish what you have started and live your dream.ā
Mark whistled. Rosa was stunned into silence. She didnāt know what to say. She felt as though she wanted to scream for so many different reasons. She couldnāt believe what she had just read. Of course, she was grateful butā¦Mark too? Her grandmother was a smart but mischievous lady; she no doubt had her reasons for this. She and Mark had inherited everything. What about the rest of her family? How would they feel about this? Why her and Mark? So many questions whirled through her mind making her feel slightly panicked again. She looked up at Mark with a fake smiled plastered to her face. He returned her look with the excited expression of a young boy at Christmas. How was she going to get her head around this? She took a long sip of tea and a deep breath. Later, she would think about it. Later, she would scream. Ā