Money, greed, and ambition
My uncle didn't wait for the casseroles to come out. He stood up in my grandfather's own living room, still in his funeral suit, and told the room the farm was his. He'd been telling people that for years. What he didn't know was what Grandpa had done on a Tuesday in 2019, with two witnesses and a notary, and never mentioned to anyone.
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