Love Like This

Chapter 8

"I know what I said." She snorted combing her thousand dollar weaved waist length light brown hair. "I talked to the doctor and he said Nanna's not going to make it past the New Year without a transplant, but he don't think he can push her up on the list anymore than what he already has. In any case, I talked to the lawyer and she hasn't changed her will either. Me and you still get everything and we can push the brat out the way easily once the old bat is out the picture." She lit a cigarette and smoked it slowly. "Did you stop the aspirins?"

"It's pretty hard when the kid is around. She takes care of the old lady out of habit. It's like if Nanna's sick, she don't function well and until Nanna's out the way we need her for the business. The better the books look to the investors, the higher we can sell. The kid keeps everything running smoothly."

Lynne poked him in the chest with her fifty dollar manicured nails. "You'll just tell her to concentrate on keeping the business running while you take away those pills. Those are about the only thing keeping that bitch's blood from clotting. If we can get one more stroke by the end of the year, we can have a nice New Year's Day funeral."