Coffee n drama

Inheritance

"Hey gran." My grandmother turns to me smiling with tears in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, I missed you." She hugs me tight and I can't help but snuggle into her warmth. She has always been my only family, the only one who cared if I died or not.

"I missed you too gran. Lets watch the show shall we?" She nods, a childish smile gracing her face as she gives me popcorn too. We both sit on the front row chair where probably no one will sit.

"I have waited all my life for this scene, never thought it would actually happen." I nod at grandma's words and sit back with her, extremely excited how this day will unfold.

The event begins and people start filling in the room where everyone will pay respect to my grandma. All of them walk in, none of them cared about either of us but still came. Just for the money. I can't wait till they realize about our surprise. 

Grandma giggles in excitement as her younger sister walks in, wearing her bright pink dress and gold earrings. She is 12 years younger than my grandma and I always called her strega. She always thought it was a nickname for her name since she is called starla. As a child I began calling her that, first as a mistake but as I watch grandma giggle everytime I say it, it became a habit. Now, its an insult.

(For those who don't know, its italian for witch. )

After her comes her descendants. All of them wearing black and have the courtesy to look anything but happy unlike their elder. 

Then came my parents and my grandmother's children. About 15 of them come in with hidden smiles that aren't that hidden. Their children follow, some too young to follow and some too old to care about their parents. 

My parents didn't even try hiding their smiles, shameless I would say.

"Everyone is here, let the show begin." I whisper, a smile and my popcorn ready.

"One more person is left." My grandma chuckles and I nod in realization. 

"Of course." Just as I say, my grand father enters. His cane which basically useless other than for hitting us with, clicks loudly in the tensed room.

"Now all of them are here." My grandma smiles and the music begins. The people smile and laugh instead of cry. Not one single tear around us and I feel rage even though I always knew this would happen. 

"Its okay sweetheart, they don't deserve your anger." She strokes my head and leans back in the chair, her eyes lethal. 

"I'm sorry gran, I escaped too early, it must have been lonely." 

"Don't worry about it kid, I had been handling them since 1945." She waves me off.

The lawyer's voice alerts us and we both forget the anger and look at the show that will unfold. We have been waiting for way too long.

"I am extremely sorry about the death of Mrs. Hawthorne. As her lawyer, I am here to inform her family about the inheritance she has left for her descendants." 

Everyone sits up eagerly. My grandma's smile widens as she watches all of them get so excited. 

"It states-" The man looks at the piece of paper in shock and wonder before shaking it off. 

"It states that her special key will go to the person with the recipe of her famous pasta." Everyone looks towards each other. Most of them didn't know what it meant, never had the chance to meet her much less taste her specialty. The elders begin to rush around with multiple calls and the chaos begins.

"I got it." One of them screams, everyone freezes. He walks to the man and shows the recipe, referring it to the one in the will. The lawyer nods and he screams in happiness. All of them begin to pester him as the key is handed to him and the lawyer leaves with unimaginable trauma. What a funeral.

"Give me the key Jack or else." Strega says with a warning tone. Jack looks at his aunt with a smirk.

"Is that a threat?"

"Did it sound like a compliment?" One of Strega's kids pipe up. 

'how dare you say anything to my husband. He got the recipe on his own." Jack's wife speaks in her high pitched voice. Both grandma and I cringe at it. 

"It doesn't matter. I was her sister, I deserve the inheritance." Strega says adamantly while tapping her last season Prada shoes. I may be a ghost but I know my designer. 

"My daughter was her favourite and the only relative she recognized, I think we deserve it in her memory." My parents argue, pushing infront of the crowd. Strega laughs, a bit too loud. 

"Please, she only cared cause the girl was weak." She dismisses them but they stay still. 

"She had written the old will on my daughter's name so the inheritance is mine." My dad growls. My mother stares at him with anger. 

"What do you mean only yours? I have tolerated your old ass for 30 years, I deserve 50% of it too." My mother argues but my dad sneers at her.

"By whoring around with my golf partners. I really would award you for your tolerance." 

"As if you were a saint, I don't think even one of my friends from the knitting club hasn't been in our bed." She spits out, both of them lost in argument and pushed out of the group. 

"Grandma, we deserve the inheritance. We were her favourite granddaughter's favourite cousins. If the inheritance went to cousin, she would have given it all to us." They state proudly. I laugh at their confidence. All of them had bullied me till grandmother didn't choose me as her favourite. After that, they continued to try but grandma had taught me how to fight, hence making all of their attempts futile. 

"Little kid, you really think you could fight your grand mother? I know all about the way you bullied the girl, she wouldn't give you a penny." She rolls her eyes and slaps them away. Their parents step forward to protect their over pampered children. 

"Mom you can insult us but not our kids." One of her son speaks, his timid nature visible with the tremble in his knees. 

'ENOUGH." My grandfather shouts. All of Strega's kids step back in fear. 

"The keys are mine, she was my wife for 60 years, hers is mine." Strega laughs again. A bit psychotic, to be honest.

"She hated you old hag. You cheated on her." 

"So did you Starla, you cheated her with me forgot." I make a face at that. Ewww.

"I would do it all over again," She says, stepping forward and into the almost dead man's arms. 

I look over to find my grandma looking at them in amusement eating her never ending popcorn.

"What?" She looks at me, defensive. 

"Aren't you mad?" She shakes her head.

"i have done worse." She gestures to the behind us. I look behind and startle, falling off the chair. 

"Uncle?" My grandmother's trusted assistant and the only other person who cared for me. 

"hello kid." He says and puts an arm around my grandma. I gag and look away.

"You guys are 90, please not infront of me will you." They chuckle and sit straight. 

We look back to the scene and find a physical fight that had ensued. The chairs torn apart into just wood left, some of it used as weapons. The cotton flying everywhere with crazed wome pulling each other's hair and kids hitting each other on their rear as a game. The old man trying to fight but falling down like dominoes and the ones who didn't care for the inheritance, taking videos that will be viral after the news that all the inheritance of the billionaire is a single gold bar which is donated to the charity to the orphanage I grew up in. 

Grandma had spent the remaining money in traveling the world and trying out new things. The business had been going bankrupt long before my death and both of us lived our dreams, knowing our assassination could happen anytime.

"Its almost over. See you on the other side Gran." I wave, walking to the light and waiting till she makes a deal with the devil to be able to sit with me in hell.