As the youngest Shelby child and twin to Finn Shelby, Kezia has spent the last 4 of her 10 years locked away for her mental defectiveness.
She returns to Small Heath under the legal guardianship of her brother, Thomas Shelby. Despite knowing she's s...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
"My sister doesn't know by the way."
Ozzy nodded. "Well when you said only I know, I assumed your sister also didn't know."
Kizzie nodded and looked across the street, slowly nodding her head. "Right. That does make sense. You're really smart, Ozzy.
"Thank you."
"Oh!" She stopped them. "It's this one." Kizzie rang the doorbell and stepped back, exhaling big.
"Nervous?"
"A little. My sister doesn't really like us anymore."
"Why's that?"
"Something to do with communism, I think."
"Got it."
The door opened. Ada's short brown hair was set with curls. Kizzie wished her hair could lay so flat.
"Kizzie?"
"Hello."
Ada's eyes landed on her friend's tall and lanky form. "Who's this?"
Ozzy put out his hand for her. "Oscar, ma'am. But everyone calls me Ozzy."
"They don't all call you Ozzy," Kizzie said.
Ada smiled. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Ozzy." She moved aside to let them in. "It's cold out, I'll make some tea. Follow me."
Her sister's flat was two stories and all wood flooring. There wasn't enough furniture or pictures or much of anything though. Kizzie would have filled each room up. With knick knacks and paints and easels and whatever else she could get her hands on.
She passed the great big open window that casted the sun directly into the room. And she'd hang Alfie's suncatcher to the ceiling. It would be marvelous.
Ada watched her sister get lost in her head. She missed Kizzie. Missed the family, even. She wondered if this visit had anything to do with Tommy; he stopped by the other week. He was in some sort of trouble and Kizzie knew it. He didn't say as much, but Ada knew. No one affected him the way Kizzie did.
"I don't have any children," he told Ada. "Not according to the law. I am Kizzie's legal guardian and will continue to be. But there is only so much I can do. Most of the money I have is in her accounts and it will be hers upon my death. But there's more that I need to move. So I've set up a trust fund. The beneficiaries will be Karl and John's kids. In order for Karl to benefit, I need your signature." He took out the folded up contract from his jacket pocket. Placed it on her rounded coffee table between them.
He was guarded. But tired and sluggish. Emotionally deflated. Hadn't looked that way since Kizzie got picked up by the Lees.
"Money will be transferred," he continued, "in the event of my death."
