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Chapter 25 - BEATRICE DIES
Beatrice died at eighty-two after a short illness.
No secret fortune.
No hidden confession.
No final command.
Her will was ordinary.
Jewelry.
Charities.
Relatives.
She left Rosalie the copper stockpot.
I was furious.
Rosalie laughed for ten straight minutes.
Inside the pot was a note:
You may throw this away.
Rosalie did not.
She had it cleaned professionally.
Then planted basil in it.
May you like
Beatrice would have hated that.
Perfect.
